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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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Batting a Thousand

From the Department of Milestones You Didn’t Realize Existed: tonight — barring calamity (or rain) — will be the 1,000th consecutive Mets game recapped by Faith and Fear in Flushing.

I don’t know that you can call them recaps in the traditional sense. That’s why somewhere amid our text we link you to the ESPN.com Mets […]

A Winter's Day, A Baseball December

Looking back, you could see that as the last moment when the sports business was at human scale, a club where everybody knew who was who.
—Richard Ben Cramer, Joe DiMaggio: The Hero’s Life

Why wouldn’t you want to be around baseball in December? It’s so much better than everything else December has to offer.

Tuesday, December 14, […]

At the End/Beginning of the Day

See, Don? This is the way to behave.
—Roger Sterling

I once had to transcribe a lengthy interview with a top executive in the industry I covered. He concluded just about every answer to just about every question with a sentence that began, “At the end of the day…” The deeper into the tape I got, the […]

Calms Before and After Storms

If a manager and a general manager fall in the forest of rumors and you don’t hear it, did it happen? If the buzz surrounding a potential double-dismissal drowns out the noise from a walkoff home run, did the dinger make a sound? And if you’re standing in a deserted dugout after batting practice has […]

Five Years of Flashbacks

It somehow occurred to me last night that it had been exactly five years since I posted the first of what has become a more or less weekly in-season tradition at Faith and Fear in Flushing. When your recollections begin having anniversaries, that probably says something about the way you look at life.

Nevertheless, Flashback Friday […]

Two Nights With the Mets, Told in Three Parts

Part 1: Friday Night Frights

Went to see the Mets play ball. Lovely evening, and great company in my pals Wayne and Amanda, the latter a visitor and, horrible to say, a Yankee fan. (She was also a model guest — I didn’t once hear the number 27, an invocation of rings or a sentence ended […]

Rage, Rage Against the Dying of The Streak

Fourteen out of fifteen isn’t bad, and, considering from how far back we traveled to get as far as we did, 8-7 in 13 isn’t inexcusable.

But it still sucks to lose that way. Or lose at all. I hadn’t forgotten the feeling, no matter how unusual it had become to experience in 2010.

The Streak — the […]

Five For FAFIF

Happy birthday to us!
Happy birthday to us!
Happy birthday dear FAFIF!
Happy birthday to us!

How old are we now? February 16, 2005 is our blue and orange-letter day, having begun this thing of ours precisely a half-decade ago today. Thus, as we blow out the candles, I’d like to share five reflections on five years of blogging […]

Escaping, Exploring & Blogging

Many were the days in a previous life when I’d seek escape from a job whose novelty had long worn off with a visit to Forgotten New York, a site that took me on virtual tours of the shadows cast throughout the Five Boroughs by a stubborn past. Why were street signs that were no […]

Even Walls Fall Down

See what happens when you don’t built an insipidly high left field wall? You might see more than one home run per homestand. Matt Wieters hit a ball that would have been caught at the track by most Met leftfielders had it been struck at Citi Field. At worst it might have gone for two […]