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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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This Will Be the Angle by Thursday

To be written by some combination of Wally Matthews, Anthony Rieber, John Harper, Joel Sherman, Mark Herrmann, Filip Bondy, Harvey Araton, Bill Madden and Bob Klapisch before too long, I'm sure.

The Mets have remained conspicuously silent during the Alex Rodriguez saga. One wonders what they are hiding.

Nothing has surfaced tying the Mets to A-Rod's misdeeds, […]

Why Rickey Henderson Is Best in Small Doses

In my part of Brooklyn the news of A-Rod’s confession had to take a back seat to something far more important: the arrival of 2009 Topps Series 1.

They’re great, and not just because it’s early February and I’m gasping for baseball like a trout expiring in a bucket. Last year’s Topps cards were a disaster, […]

ABC, Easy as OCD

Joshua sorting Met cards. As you might imagine, it’s all my fault. Well, mine and Rickey Henderson’s. Click here for the story.

Here Comes 1969 Again

Back when the strongest substance in any major league clubhouse was brine (so as to toughen Nolan Ryan's finger against blisters), the New York Mets became champions of the baseball world. Presumably because it's the 40th anniversary of the 1969 triumph of triumphs, SNY is bringing back from Mets Classics mothballs World Series Games Two […]

It's Funny 'Cause It's Happening To Him

Serious business, this latest black eye to baseball's image, this latest bad example to the kids in America, this latest affront to the record books. We should all be simultaneously saddened and up in arms over it.

Maybe later. After we're done laughing that it's Alex Rodriguez.

It's not funny. There are legal issues that aren't funny. […]

Right There, Right Then

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.

Can you […]

You Guys Are Wonders

Checking the Amazon sales charts will eventually be the death of me, so I’ll cut back, but I couldn’t help but notice that at 8 o’clock this morning Faith and Fear in Flushing: An Intense Personal History of the New York Mets had risen to No. 7 on the Baseball Essays & Writings list, which made me […]

99.9 Sentences About My Book

1. The fortunes of our New York Mets have waxed and waned over the years and their popularity has commensurately ebbed and flowed.

2. But I never changed where they were concerned.

3. And neither did you.

4. We were Mets fans.

5. We are Mets fans.

6. It is as common a bond between you and me as it […]

Judge This Book By Its Cover

Faith and Fear in Flushing: An Intense Personal History of the New York Mets has gone to press and should be out before Opening Day. When you go to your popular online booksellers to pre-order it (right now, presumably), you might see slightly different text, but this here is what it looks like. My thanks to […]

'I'm Tellin' Ya, It Was Sourdough'jpg

Longtime Faith and Fear reader Jason Gerrish is a big fan of the banner he remembers from the Gate A Field Level entrance inside the late, great Shea Stadium, that of Casey Stengel and a man in blue discussing, perhaps, the size of a really good loaf of bread. Or maybe they’re arguing about baseball. […]