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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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Do You Know How Lucky You Are to Be So Unlucky?

Jeff Francoeur, you may have heard, hit into an unassisted triple play the other day, one that ended a briefly promising ballgame for the Mets.

It was the second time this year I was left sitting on the couch with my jaw apparently broken, dangling uselessly below the rest of my face while I tried to […]

All Too Real

In one of the legendary exchanges of 1969, Leo Durocher dismissed the challengers nipping at the heels of his frontrunning club after his team salvaged the final game of what must have been, from the standpoint of the visitors’ clubhouse at Shea Stadium, a very demoralizing series.

“Were those the real Cubs today?” a reporter asked […]

51st & Broadway

The Mets were losing 3-2 after three innings of my listening to them. Then I had to abandon their game so I could see an old friend of mine remarry. Then, during the cocktail hour, I checked the final from Wrigley: Cubs 11 Mets 4.

You could have knocked me over with a feather. From the […]

The Boys of Late Summer

Flipping on SNY in the early afternoon Friday, I heard myself paraphrase Bill Terry:

“Is Chicago still in the league?”

I wasn't looking to take a shot at the Cubs the way the Giants manager was jabbing the downtrodden if eventually vengeful Dodgers in 1934. I was kind of serious. Here we were, on the last weekend […]

Oh Happy Day

The last time before Friday that I got together with my three oldest friends in the world, the Mets played an afternoon game, too. Except that one we watched and that one we won.

Rites of Passage

Welcome to Flashback Friday: I Saw The Decade End, a milestone-anniversary salute to the New York Mets of 1969, 1979, 1989 and 1999. Each week, we immerse ourselves in or at least touch upon something that transpired within the Metsian realm 40, 30, 20 or 10 years ago. Amazin’ or not, here it comes.

They checked […]

He Has Great Taste in Headgear, Too

You’re used to seeing Ross Chapman in this space looking sharp in a Faith and Fear t-shirt. Last Saturday, however, he suited up for a different kind of game, Bar Mitzvahed straight into manhood now that’s he reached the age of Edgardo Alfonzo, Neil Allen and the recently departed Billy Wagner. Ross took his first step […]

General Manuel's Last Stand?

The Faith and Fear t-shirt headed west recently with Mets author Matt Silverman and family, stopping off at Fort Abraham Lincoln in Mandan, North Dakota, where General George Custer once thought he had a pretty good lineup until a slew of unforeseen injuries did in his troops. As Art Howe might have said at Little Bighorn, […]

That Shark Bites

Call it what you will, the facility in which the Florida Marlins play home games maintains one undeniable Yogiesque tradition.

Nobody goes there — it's not crowded.

The fun of a Marlins home game is guessing the attendance, which one could probably do with aid of an abacus. The figure in the boxscore says Thursday's was 12,423. […]

Very Bad Things Are Coming

(For posterity: Mike Pelfrey was bad. Cory Sullivan was briefly good. Mets lost in Florida. None of this matters.)

The Mets, I fear, are about to tumble into an abyss. I fear they are nearing a horrifying period, duration unknowable but probably not brief, that will damage the franchise and fray its ties with its fanbase. […]