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Greg Prince and Jason Fry
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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Yes, How Bout Dem 1997 Mets?

If you can’t make it out, those are — clockwise from the top left — Rey Ordoñez, John Olerud, Todd Hundley and Bobby Jones at play on my torso. We were in Cooperstown on August 26, 1997. The Mets were 70-60 at that moment, trailing the Florida Marlins by 5-1/2 games in the Wild Card race. […]

The Crying Game

When the season began, they were nobody. When it ended, they were somebody. If it’s the first Friday of the month, then we’re remembering them in this special 1997 edition of Flashback Friday at Faith and Fear in Flushing.

Ten years, seven Fridays. This is the last of them.

Here’s the crux of it. This is why […]

1997 Without Tears

I’m still working on Flashback Friday as regards the final game of the season ten years ago, but I thought it would be interesting in the interim to provide some emotion-free context for 1997.

Twenty-four men became New York Mets for the first time in 1997. Four of them — John Olerud, Rick Reed, Todd Pratt […]

These Were Not Prime Time Players

I may have accidentally made sense eight months ago:

Don't know if it's still conventional wisdom in baseball circles to define a player's prime as more or less the ages of 28-32. Since conventional wisdom never dies, probably. But if that's the prime — when you're old enough to know better and young enough to successfully […]

This Baseball Was Terrible…And the Portions Were Too Small

TBS' postgame show will be presented by Captain Morgan Rum. What a coincidence. So is my week.

As the Phillies and Rockies prepared to kick off (take Colorado +3), I found one thing to take solace in. And it's a reach, but what the hell — it's not like I'm reaching into my pocket for Game […]

Faith and Fear on the Fondamenta Nani

Last month as the Mets were struggling to stay above water, Jace went to a city that could say the same, as chronicled here. For more about my adventures and misadventures trying to follow the Mets from overseas, see yesterday’s Real Time column from the Online Journal.If you’ve never been and get the chance, go to Venice. It […]

Better Days

Charlie Hangley on the left, Jason on the right. Snapped a month ago, perhaps an hour after Pedro completed his triumphant comeback, on a sunny afternoon on Long Beach Island. Would have been posted earlier, but ran afoul of the magic-number countdown. About which the less said the better. Don’t worry, Charlie and Jace. Summer […]

How The End Looked From the Upper Deck

Before any of us could have known what the last day of this season would represent for all time, it was just going to be the last day of the season. I like to go to the last day of the season, probably even more than the first day of the season, though I like […]

Faith Quickly Restored in Baseball

Did you know the National League season just ended like half-an-hour ago? Yes, that was the Rockies and Padres pre-empting Family Guy on TBS. And it was quite a game.

Didn't watch every pitch of it (Stephanie was shocked that I wanted to watch any of it after my nonstop despondency since 4:30 PM Sunday), but […]

I'm OK, and That's Not OK

When it was over, when the disaster was complete, Joshua began to cry. That's the thing about being four — up until the third strike on Castillo, he really believed the Mets were going to win. It didn't matter that the Nationals were down 6-1 with two out in the ninth. He believed in them, […]