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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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The Fundamentalist Movement

If I’ve learned anything from the returning Keith Hernandez these past few years that he has analyzed Mets games. it’s that ballplayers like to come up with new names for old things, particularly if they save the players some syllables. Thus, it was no surprise to me when I started hearing Keith make occasional reference […]

Blue & Orange Thursday

The Mets used to regularly play Memorial Day doubleheaders, Independence Day doubleheaders and Labor Day doubleheaders, yet the holiday that launched them into the public consciousness was the one we celebrate tomorrow.

That’s right: the Mets are as much a part of Thanksgiving as stuffing, pumpkin pie and forced conversation you could do without.

Two months before […]

Literally Meeting the Mets

The Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade of 1961 served as the coming out party for your New York Mets, led by their first and still most prominent face, Charles Dillon “Casey” Stengel.

Image borrowed with much appreciation from a great early-’60s Flickr photostream here.

Uni Watch FTW

Some folks will never forgive him for his Piazza-related tantrum, but this Paul Lukas bit nails everything that’s wrong with the current Mets regime (and what’s wrong is pretty much everything) in one succinct blast:

It’s all too much. The Bernazard thing, the vanilla stadium with the corporate name and the 37 price tiers, the GM […]

And This Is Better...How?

I’m with Jason on this, but more so. The Mets had a decent idea to revise their pinstripe uniforms and didn’t execute. This is what it will look like. The proof will be on the players, but it doesn’t match up to the wonderful unis worn on August 22 when Tom and his Terrific teammates took the […]

About the Cream, It's Clear: Close, But Not Quite

Update: It’s official. I don’t believe the Mets that the natural color is from 1962.

It’s an open secret that next year the Mets will have a cream-colored version of the pinstripes uniform, though reports are all over the map about whether the white pinstripes will still exist and whether the annoying black drop shadow will […]

Making Their 'Presence' Felt

Earlier this week, esteemed FAFIF commenter Kevin from Flushing sent me a link to a video report out of Minnesota regarding the new Twins ballpark with the following warning:

“kick in the balls 23 seconds in”

I didn’t necessarily want a kick there or anywhere, but with a come-on like that, how could I not click? I […]

Amazin' Medley

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, for the final time, […]

Mets Yearbook: 1984

The second installment of the highly acclaimed SNY series Mets Yearbook debuts tonight, Thursday, at 7:30 with a return to 1984. Be sure to catch Keith Hernandez, Jesse Orosco, Darryl Strawberry and all the Rising Stars.

Image courtesy of kcmets.com

Sorry Is the Second-Hardest Part

As the fires of the season from Hell cool to a smoldering pain, I’ve caught myself thinking about what the most agonizing part was. And I think I’ve figured it out.

It was the anticipation of disaster.

As the season wore wearily on, we were a beaten people by the middle innings. Then by the bottom of […]