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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 Way We Speak Now

Mets fans understand each other because of our shared language, a common tongue that allows us to communicate with one another in a form of shorthand that speaks to our peaks of triumph, our valleys of despair and those plains on which we journey for the journey’s sake. Taken as a whole, our shared language […]

Shot August Nights

There are several numerical ways to flesh out the state of the Mets after Wednesday night’s rerun of Tuesday night, which was a carbon copy of Monday night (assuming that creepy dude from W.B. Mason still sells carbon paper), which wasn’t materially different from Sunday afternoon’s defeat, if you can remember back that far in […]

Four Interceptions, Six Earned Runs

“I can still play football. I look at films day after day, week in and week out, and I know I can still play. I feel good throwing — there’s not a pass in the book I can’t throw. My arm is good no matter what people say and my legs are okay. I’ve had […]

Cassie & Polly Text @ Citi Field

Cassandra: One who predicts misfortune or disaster

Pollyanna: A person characterized by irrepressible optimism and a tendency to find good in everything

CassieClub: OMG!!! Johan DONE!!!!!!

PollyPorch: Johan looked fine. A few tough breaks.

CassieClub: Whats ERA since no no??? A THOUSAND??????

PollyPorch: Mechanics OK. Velocity OK. Some lucky hits.

CassieClub: NEVER SHOULD HAVE LET HIM THROW 134!!!!!!

PollyPorch: That was 2 […]

No-han-swers

The First No-Hitter in New York Mets History can be watched (and listened to in two languages) again and again by the five Faith and Fear readers who were first to correctly answer all 15 questions of our Monday night quiz. Congratulations to Chris D’Orso, Josh Himmelsbach, Brock Mahan, Stephen Malone and Joe Nunziata, and […]

Win a No-Hitter!

***WE HAVE OUR WINNERS. THANKS ALL FOR PLAYING.***

You haven’t lived until you’ve listened to the Spanish-language call of the ninth inning of the First No-Hitter in New York Mets History synced to the video. And if you’re wondering where you can do that, boy do we have a DVD for five of you!

Watch. Listen. […]

Inches and Miles

We didn’t miss winning Friday night’s ballgame by much. Another inch or so batwise, and either Wright or Davis gets much more than a sacrifice fly in the first and we’re tied at three. The pitcher’s glove that deflects Jerry Hairston’s grounder away from Ruben Tejada keeps a runner off base in advance of Luis […]

No-Hitter Paraphernalia Sale Continues

They sold the jerseys, they sold the dirt, they sold replicas of the tickets they didn’t sell…the Mets were so anxious to cash in on Johan Santana’s no-hitter that they even put the game-used shortstop up for sale! Didn’t necessarily think there’d be any takers, but the Orioles just had to have a piece of […]

Shake It Off

How is it a player named Ben Sheets never played for a team whose signature promotion involves fans carrying bedsheets?

No, that’s probably not your uppermost Met concern following a very unbanner day in Atlanta, but after being subject to the worst kind of familiar — getting swept at Turner Field for the thirteenth time since […]

Right Place, Wrong Time

But when my pace is falling slack
I catch myself thinking back
A certain night, a certain summer
Long gone long
—The Rainmakers

I suggested to my buddy Jim we get together Friday night to watch the Mets game at this place in Rockville Centre in whose present incarnation I’d never set foot but in whose confines I’d seen plenty. […]