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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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Woke Up This Morning...

…with the smile of a man whose team is in first place.

My worries of yesterday afternoon aside, I was not, in fact, bitter on Opening Night. And it wasn’t just the happy absence of Wainwright/Beltran footage, or the way the Mets played crisp, clean baseball while the World Champions did not. Though both those things […]

Exit Night, Enter Light

Game Seven is dead. Long live Game One.

Ohmigod, it’s so good to have one of these to pore over again. Three new Mets (lifetime count: 802). Four not yet overworked relievers (to paraphrase Madeline Albright, what’s the point of having this superb bullpen that you’re always talking about if we can’t use it?). Four double […]

It's Opening Day! And I'll Be Bitter!

I love Opening Day. Time begins on it, dontcha know? We get to start reading the latest chapter of our favorite story, thrilled we'll have reading material until October (and hopefully through it) and eager to know how it'll all come out. Our lives go on during the winter, but today they once again are […]

Scandal Lowers Cardinals' Flag

I think we just won the pennant last year.

What else is there to glean from the story that the Cardinals have been caught Redhanded having indulged in a variety of banned substances prior to last year’s National League Championship Series? I would be happy if it weren’t so sad.

This is one of those in-retrospect moments […]

March Metness: The Sammy-Finals

Does any event in sports match the pageantry of Tom Filer Four Weekend?

Whether you’re lucky enough to be there in person or just taking it on TV, it’s like being caught in a brilliant kaleidoscope of blue, orange and black. The way they bring back all the March Metness competitors to take a bow is […]

We'll Have What They're Having...And Then Some

Best front page ever.

May we never feel the need to put 2006 behind us. And may 2007 bring bigger and better headlines.

Happy New Year everybody.

Surprise! Top Prospect Makes Team

Burgos, Sele, Smith…all in, all somewhat mild suprises if you think back to mid-February when they were just three more pitchers in a hurling jumble. It could have just as easily been some other combination of stray relievers and spot starters heading to St. Louis later today. But it's these three. So go get 'em […]

Meet You All The Way

If it’s the final Friday of the month, then it’s the third installment of the special Top 10 Songs of All-Time edition of Flashback Friday at Faith and Fear in Flushing.

Dave Kingman was driving in 19 runs. George Foster was driving in 10. Ellis Valentine was driving in nobody. And me? I was driving myself […]

Let's Play Hardball

Spring Training has officially become a blur. I turned on SNY in the office earlier and saw the Mets losing to the Braves, thought “not again” and kept it on in the background waiting for things to turn until I noticed Kevin Burkhardt conducting the exact same in-game interview as yesterday. “Oh, this is yesterday's […]

10-20-1

Braves 8, Mets 3.
I know it's March.
I know our 10-20-1 record has all the permanence and hold on memory as a sand castle surrounded by already-wet beach.
If there's a cup for the Grapefruit League championship, I know it's never displayed.
I know Jon Adkins is ticketed for New Orleans or another club. (I'm gonna go out […]