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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 THB Class of 2009

In a better world, many more of these would be Bisons cards. Oh well. Commentary here.

Welcome, THB Class of 2009

People who think computers play baseball will say the Angels are down 2 games to 1. But computers don’t play baseball. And when you have a teammate like Derek Jeter, and you see the way he goes about his business and how calm he is after a game like that, it’s like you’ve won. So […]

The First Year of Citi

Not far from here, Citi Field sits empty, as we’ve known it would for months now. The team that calls it home had the kind of year that makes you want to sleep with the light on. The people who run the baseball operations had a worse one.

Given that, it’s a bit complicated answering what […]

One Last Time in the New Yard

Jason and Greg on the warning track for GKR Day, our final meeting at Citi Field in 2009. Here’s to shaking hands there again with a happier place in the standings — and to keeping the Mets fires burning in these bloggy precincts this winter. Photo courtesy of the incomparable David Whitham.

Who We Are … the Faith and Fear Demographics

Before we get into some numbers … my goodness do I hate the Yankees.

Sure, I'd made the usual jokes about how my answer to the question of a Phillies-Yankees World Series would be to root for plague. But seeing them tonight before the baying hordes in Leni Riefenstahl Park, all the jokes fell away. I […]

The Final Stage of Mets '09

When we sat down it would start to rain. When we got up it would stop. When we sat down again it would start to rain again.

It was a misty, murky, muddled-up day out at Citi Field — one that started early.

Emily and Joshua and I trooped through the bullpen gate at 11:30 for the […]

Let Me Up (I've Had Enough)

Maybe I'd just gone numb, but a couple of weeks ago it seemed to me that the Mets at least stopped losing in horrifying ways and began losing in quiet, mundane ways. Not that it ultimately mattered to the bottom line — for we the faithful it was kind of like being a lobster placed […]

The Last Lap

I confess that I turned on the TV this afternoon more from duty than devotion. There were things to do, the memory of Saturday night's game was freshly dispiriting, and to my surprise I was curious to see what the transformed Jets were all about. Watching Pat Misch trying to escape the perils of the […]

Hate Is for Hanley

I got in a fair amount of trouble earlier this summer for admitting I don't hate the Phillies. (Link omitted on purpose.) It only took me about half an inning tonight to remember how much I hate the Marlins.

I hate their horrible stadium, with its sacks of Soilmaster, acres of teal and football scars.

I hate […]

No News Is Bad News

Well, good morning everybody.

No, your bloggers have not taken a page from the New York Times and decided that watching the Mets play out a frayed string isn't always worthy of coverage. The problem, rather, was your correspondent putting his head down for what he presumed would be the briefest of respites after the top […]