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Jason Fry and Greg Prince
Faith and Fear in Flushing made its debut on Feb. 16, 2005, the brainchild of two longtime friends and lifelong Met fans.

Greg Prince discovered the Mets when he was 6, during the magical summer of 1969. He is a Long Island-based writer, editor and communications consultant. Contact him here.

Jason Fry is a Brooklyn writer whose first memories include his mom leaping up and down cheering for Rusty Staub. Check out his other writing here.

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The Draw of the Cards

Spring Training is ideal for taking pictures of Mets and printing them on cardboard.

Jose Reyes, third baseman (!), evokes 1969 on his 2018 Topps Heritage card, which is the idea behind Topps Heritage, a time machine that propels current players 49 years back in time. Not every card then, never mind now, was shot in […]

Welcome, THB Class of 2017!

Should this have been written in 2017? Perhaps. But in an off-season as exciting as this one, it’s hard to find a place for evergreen features.

(First of many sighs.)

Background: I have a trio of binders, long ago dubbed The Holy Books (THB) by Greg, that contain a baseball card for every Met on the all-time […]

Cyclones Past and Present

Congratulations to Travis Taijeron, he of the almost-invariably mispronounced last name, on his first big-league hit.

And congratulations to Joey Votto for continuing to be Joey Votto. The Reds’ star demolished a ball thrown by Jeurys Familia for a home run, then gave high-fives, his bat and uniform top to a kid battling cancer. (And note […]

Getting a Grip

Timing really is everything.

My kid and I got on a plane to Iceland a few minutes after the end of the Mets’ victory over the Cubs and returned a few hours before the first of their check-for-pulse efforts against the Dodgers. While overseas and four hours down the clock, I checked in on our stalwarts […]

Nothing to Skip Here

We’ve not yet reached the longest day of the year, but Zack Wheeler was off the mound and in the clubhouse before literal darkness descended over Citi Field Tuesday night, so either it’s staying light later or the pitchers are growing short.

Or both.

Wheeler’s reign as undisputed Mets ace lasted one turn of the improved rotation, […]

Cynicism Is for the Fortunate

I’ll admit that I’ve grown blase about pitchers and catchers reporting. OK, more than blase — indifferent, jaded, cynical, all of the above.

Obviously this has nothing to do with a disdain for baseball basics. Rather, it’s that the happy moment is a mere moment. Yes, those are Mets pitchers and Mets catchers out there doing vague baseball […]

Welcome, THB Class of 2016!

The Baseball Equinox is behind us, meaning we’re closer to 2017 Mets baseball than we are to the 2016 variety — a comforting thought with the teeth of winter pearly and bared. But we still have 2016 Mets business to attend to, namely the offering of formal greetings to those who joined the orange-and-blue ranks […]

Sandlot Stars, Medical Degrees and Other Winter Tales

I’ve spent a good chunk of the winter sulking about Jeurys Familia quick-pitching or Yoenis Cespedes playing base-soccer or Daniel Murphy bringing the glove up or Cespedes charging off first on a soft liner or Terry Collins being too sentimental or Lucas Duda being unable to make a simple throw home or getting to the big stage […]

Welcome, THB Class of 2015!

Those of you who’ve waited with bated breath for this annual feature (pause for crickets), my apologies — blame paid work competing for my time and the curdling of my attitude about the 2015 World Series from acceptance to anger, a psychological ambush I’ll delve into one of these days.

Background: I have a trio of binders, long […]

The View From the Rut

The Mets’ slump has become a full-fledged rut, one of those stretches where a team seems suddenly incapable of doing any of the things it just recently did so well. Met hitters are expanding the strike zone and flailing their way through frantic at-bats, Met fielders are being alternately impetuous and butter-fingered, Met starters are faltering and Met relievers are […]