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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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So Tonight We're Gonna Ponder Like It's 2006

That old feeling. It was there Tuesday.

No, I don't mean thrilling come-from-behind wins against Hall of Fame (c)losers in which everybody has a hand in triumph, after which you look up and realize your team is in pretty darn good shape.

OK — that, too. But something almost better because it's been missing more than I […]

He Loved a Cancelled Parade

If everything goes right for the next two months and change, Jeff Conine will have the opportunity to take part in a New York City event that he took so much pride in helping put the kibosh on four Octobers ago.

Tell me boy, now wouldn’t that be sweet?

Ya gotta love this guy! Look how happy he […]

You Can Never Have Too Many Marlins

In Albert Brooks' Defending Your Life, Judgment City serves as a celestial yet brilliantly pedestrian way station for the recently departed. If the individuals who arrive fresh from death are not judged up to snuff, they are sent back to Earth for another lifetime reincarnated as somebody else until they get it right. If they […]

The Sum Also Rises

I love being a Mets fan.

It hasn't been fully fashionable to enjoy our lot in life of late, and I've certainly done my part in leading the charge toward self-analysis of our existential meltdown. Well, I'm done. No more therapy. No more Prozac posts. I've spent enough of my summer on The Couch. Since shedding […]

Shore Looks Like Maryland

Unless his mom Sharon keeps a green screen handy, it appears there’s no doubt that Ross Chapman has taken his well-traveled Faith and Fear t-shirt to Maryland, the eleventh state (plus D.C. and Switzerland) for which we have photographic evidence of The Numbers in action. You’ll note the Ocean City footprint just a little above Ross’ […]

Damion in the Rough

Through Saturday night, according to Baseball-Reference.com, no active player had played in more games without getting to the postseason than Damion Easley. While “Win One For Easley!” hasn't exactly been my 2007 rallying cry, it's occurred to me a couple of times that this classiest of veterans making his first playoff appearance, helping us get […]

The Cat Days of August

Hozzie and Avery, the best modern-day double play combination this side of Jose Reyes and Luis Castillo, urge the Mets to fully concentrate over the final 41 games of the 2007 season. They suggest treating each game like a tiny bug and never taking their focus off it. Not that we ever get bugs, mind […]

There Goes Mr. Cedeño

With all his running willy-nilly hither and yon of late, Jose Reyes’ stolen base total has leapt to 62. Barring some calamity out of Here Comes Mr. Jordan in which he is compelled to trade bodies with Ramon Castro, he will steal four more bases, then another before we know it. And with that, Jose […]

Every FAN Needs Its Rose

If you can remember when there were first times and when there were long times, but when there was no first time/long time, then it’s Flashback Friday at Faith and Fear in Flushing.

Twenty years ago this month Dick Young died. I know — easy applause line. Go ahead: give his demise a hand if you […]

For The Good Times

It’s been theorized in our darker hours that the Mets used up every bit of karmic energy in their reserves to pull out the 1986 World Series and once Buckner became Buckner, that was it, no more titles for us.

Has it occurred to anybody that maybe we’re subject to the WFAN Curse?

When the Mets were last […]