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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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Love, Hate, Mets

I love being a Mets fan, but I hate rooting for the Mets. I love being a Mets fan, but I hate supporting the Mets. I love being a Mets fan, but I hate investing any faith whatsoever in the Mets as a baseball team or as an organizational entity.

But I do love being a […]

Mets Are a Series of Hellos and Goodbyes

“Bless you Henry Blake, your work here will never be forgotten.”

That line, delivered sans jocularity by Father Mulcahy in “Abyssinia, Henry,” the March 1975 episode of M*A*S*H that bade goodbye to the 4077th’s departing commanding officer — and actor McLean Stevenson — echoed through my mind Sunday after learning Rod Barajas was suddenly an ex-Met. […]

Five Years of Flashbacks

It somehow occurred to me last night that it had been exactly five years since I posted the first of what has become a more or less weekly in-season tradition at Faith and Fear in Flushing. When your recollections begin having anniversaries, that probably says something about the way you look at life.

Nevertheless, Flashback Friday […]

All Opposing Pitchers Apparently Awesome

The Mets have been receiving some mighty fine starting pitching lately. Yet has it occurred to anybody they might coincidentally be on the wrong end of the same? That it just so happens that the Astro, Phillie, Rockie, Brave, Diamondback, Cardinal, Dodger, Giant, National and Marlin moundsmen have all been on a roll at the […]

Who's a Blum?

We should have known a Mets win was in the bag shortly after Geoff Blum spoiled R.A. Dickey’s bid for a second consecutive complete game victory with one out in the ninth inning. That may not have seemed like the moment for Mets fan self-confidence, but if I had done my homework, I might have […]

Bobby Thomson: A Chance to Hit

Bobby Thomson, a true New York sports icon and author of the most famous home run in baseball history, passed away last night. He was 86. As far as I can tell, nobody ever said a bad word about the man.

What follows is something I wrote a few years ago about an afternoon I spent […]

Mets Yearbook: 1973

There are two relief pitchers we’ve written about quite a bit in 2010. One is the incumbent closer, whose recent actions have gotten everybody’s attention. It also appears to have gotten him a torn ligament. Francisco Rodriguez, anger management candidate and apparent genius, messed up his right thumb while (allegedly) messing up his girlfriend’s father’s […]

August and Everything After

Two sure signs we’re on the wrong side of summer:

1) My friend Chuck, Illinoisan by employment but New Yorker by heart, called me Saturday, as he will when he’s in time-killing/errand-running mode. He was in a mall somewhere in the Midwest, taking his daughter back-to-school shopping. Back-to-school already? I asked. How early do they go […]

Tripling Mike Hessman's Pleasure

Lost, perhaps, in the euphoria over R.A. Dickey’s one-hitter on Friday night was the astounding arrival of Mike Hessman into the land of triples. As noted previously, Hessman’s first four Mets hits have been a veritable cycle: a double in his first start; a single the next day; a home run eight days later; and […]

The Return of Rodriguez

You know, I would have canned the K-Rod entrance music for one night.

It had occurred to me Francisco Rodriguez might pitch at this game I was going to Saturday, but caught up in the Mets’ passive resistance movement (passing on scoring, resisting ground balls), I’d sort of forgotten he was back. But then, suddenly, it’s […]