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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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Five Hall of Fame Starts Among Hundreds

There's never a wrong day to consider Tom Seaver's career, but every Hall of Fame induction day in particular, I like to think about our only authenticated Mets Hall of Famer. Seeing as how his pitching speaks so well for itself, I thought it would be appropriate to choose five lines from five starts from […]

I'm Just Not a Day-Night Person

As day-night doubleheaders go, I think I know which side of sundown I need to choose.

When this particular makeup for the rainout of April 15 was announced, I was fascinated. Had the Mets ever done this before? Day-night doubleheaders used to be the province of a place like Fenway Park, where there aren't enough seats […]

At This Moment, You Mean Everything

If it’s the final Friday of the month, then it’s the seventh installment of the special Top 10 Songs of All-Time edition of Flashback Friday at Faith and Fear in Flushing.

In March of 1983, there were two particularly sweet sounds that captured my attention: überprospect Darryl Strawberry making contact in St. Petersburg and Dexys Midnight […]

A Dumb Game After A Night Game

Winning them all continues to be not an option. Damn.

The not-quite-lucky/not-quite-sound doings in the top of the sixth bubble up like goo from time to time in a season, even against a preternaturally doomed club like the Pirates. Unappealing, but a fact of life. So take it out on the Nationals this weekend.

One thing did […]

It's Business Time

You know that baseball season that began a few weeks ago on a Sunday night in April? It's one hundred games old now. Time has alternately flown and dragged, but somehow we have again reached triple digits.

And?

We're 57-43, in first place in the N.L. East, four games in front of the second-place team, holding the […]

John Maine Drives a Cadillac

The American League doesn’t know what it’s missing.

Eff the DH. Eff the “nine hole”. Eff the whole concept that the pitcher is an automatic out, because in those lunar eclipse moments when maybe once a year, maybe once every few years, you see your guy take the other team’s guy deeper than the night, stronger […]

Peace, Love, But Hate Dick Young

It's too hot for a sermon. Just go to Metstradamus and cast a vote for Dick Young.

The third annual Hall of Hate balloting is nearing its close, 11:59 tonight. As the dawn approaches, Dick Young is 13 votes behind the All-Star Home Field Rule in the election for the second of two spots available to […]

Kid, By the Numbers

You know the FAFIF retired numbers t-shirt has made it big when the grand poobah of Mets uniform numerology himself is sporting it at Shea. No, not Charlie Samuels, but our buddy Jon Springer from Mets By The Numbers, one of the greatest Web sites in the history of the world (we are told its core […]

Suddenly, The Wheels are in Motion

Some successful cultural phenomena defy mortal understanding. One of them is the Broadway genre known as the jukebox musical, one that has turned the catalogues of pop artists or soundtracks from familiar films into excuses for shows — expensive-to-attend shows. With the exception of the GrandABBA of them all, Mamma Mia, Stephanie and I have […]

For Shame

We deserved that.

Every one of us who thought “yeah, that's too bad about Valen…oh boy! Ruben Gotay is gonna play more!” deserved to watch Gotay throw away a sure double play ball in the sixth and, with it, any hope of keeping the Dodgers in sight Saturday.

For shame. For shame on anyone who took the […]