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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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Welcome, THB Class of 2012

Greg is inputting even more data into the FAFIF Contest-a-Tron 2012 — you should see the smoke coming out of that poor machine. Contest coming soon — in the meantime, here’s the eighth go-round for a Faith & Fear tradition….

Jason Bay is gone, but R.A. Dickey still might be going. That’s how it goes these […]

Lights Out

The east side of our backyard is defined by a low brick wall that belongs to the building next to us. The top of it is festooned with loops and whorls and tangles of stuff — some of it’s wandering ivy, but most of it is a few decades’ worth of changing infrastructure. There’s coax, […]

The Less Likely Joys of the Game

The season is all but over, and ending without me. Last weekend we were at a wedding, and then I headed to Florida to help teach a journalism seminar. The Mets will play their final game while I’m on a plane tonight, meaning that the last significant Mets moment I saw in […]

Faces of the Franchise

David Wright now stands alone atop the admittedly rather smallish peak known as All-Time Mets Hits Leaders. He got there with a third-inning tapper up the third-base line, a little excuse-me roller that was thrown away and left Wright waving — perhaps a trifle sheepishly — from second base. It was a small hit for […]

September's Pleasures

The Mets’ playoff chances are dead, but after two months without a pulse the team itself is alive.

No, it doesn’t matter. But it’s still nice to see — baseball is a far better companion when your team not only wins but plays with a little panache and offers you some hope for the future.

David Wright […]

Just When I Thought I Was Out...

…well, you know the rest of the line.

On Wednesday night I walked down the stairs through the rotunda, but before proceeding out of the gates with their NYs, I looked briefly behind me. I had two reasons for doing so.

1) I wanted to see what oversized faux-Topps baseball card they’d created for Matt Harvey. It looked […]

Exhausting

Goodness is it ever exhausting being a Mets fan sometimes.

On Thursday night, when the Phillies had finished administering a 16-1 pasting of the Mets, Terry Collins accused his team of quitting — or rather, he let his refusal to say they hadn’t quit indicate rather clearly that he thought they had.

On Friday afternoon, horribly but […]

The Archetypal Game

Joshua was very excited about his first-ever night game, crafting a highly detailed case for why he ought to be able to have ice cream very late in the proceedings. I’d been harangued long enough to stop listening very attentively by then, but I believe the gist of it was ice cream in the eighth […]

Sluggers, Twirlers and Flyers

Apologies to anyone who wanted a late-night recitation of Metly things — your correspondent fell asleep somewhere between the conclusion of the game and the beginning of the chronicling.

Honestly, it was the proper reaction to the one of the longer, more pedestrian, less elegant baseball games you’ll see: terrible pitching, bad baserunning, lousy fielding. Particularly […]

Five Things to Make You Feel Better

So this simultaneously struck a chord and was no fun at all. What might improve things?

1) Make a date to see Knuckleball! It’s a terrific movie — a smart, sweet baseball valentine, and a wonderful character study of our own R.A. Dickey, Tim Wakefield and their forerunners as knuckleballers — Phil Niekro, Charlie Hough, Wilbur […]