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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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Stuck in a Moment and the Mets Can't Get Out of It

I'm beginning to think we're the worst good team in baseball. Maybe we're the best bad team, but no, we're still in first by a breathable margin (thanks Astros, thanks Dodgers). However it's framed, someone's Juneing all over our July.

As on Monday, Tuesday night I learned I've gotta keep at least one eye on these […]

Out of the Woods and Into the Rockies

They tried to make me watch the Rockies, I said no, no, no.

Yes they wear black but we didn't come back, I know, know, know.

With apologies to Amy Winehouse (and my choice for single of the decade) and to you, gentle reader, I have little of substance to add to this fine wire-service account of […]

Lo Duca, In His Impolitic Way, Was Right

I'm glad Paul Lo Duca never declared his candidacy for anything other than National League All-Star Catcher. I'd hate to see his quotes taken out of context, particularly this quote fragment from Friday:

“I'm a gambler, a racist and I like 18-year-old girls.”

Can't you just hear the rest? I'm Russell Martin and I approved this message […]

Sucks To Be Them, Good To Be Us

So the Phillies managed not to be swept a four-game series by the Mets. So the Phillies can continue to entertain the possibility that they are in a three-way race for the Eastern Division lead. So the Phillies, for one more day, can avoid their date with destiny.

The Phillies are the Chinese food of the […]

The Other Ballpark

“Greg? Is that you?”

“Um, yeah. Hi Shea.”

“Where have you been all Friday? You missed the day-night doubleheader on TV. The Mets swept!”

“I heard. Great for us.”

“You must’ve heard. You have an extra-big smile on your face.”

“Sure. I’m always happy when the Mets take two.”

“From the Phillies, no less.”

“Yeah, I guess that’s who they played.”

“You guess! […]

Don't Disrespect Our Borough

Our shirt of many numbers made its Pennsylvania photographic debut during the first game of Friday’s day-night doubleheader thanks to a commenter you know as bmfc1 and I know as a 1-man Bob Murphy Fan Club. It was my extreme pleasure to meet him early in the Mets’ 8-1/2-hour sweep of the Phillies. As for my […]

Something Called Love Made Me Wanna Find Out

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

Juan Berenguer, Ray Burris and Roy Lee Jackson each recorded one hit in 1979. That makes them the kindred Met spirits of Roger Voudouris.

Unless Warner […]

Rainout Theatre

No game tonight. No makeup announced. Good chance for those of us planning to be the kind of obnoxious visiting fan we despise at Shea to prepare our road grays and bon mots (“HEY BURRELL! YOU SUCK!”) for Citizens Bank Park.

While you're otherwise without Mets baseball tonight, we present some FAFIF classics to get you […]

Complete Enough Game Win

Great idea this quitting while we're ahead and before lending too much dignity to Anthony Reyes.

Goodness knows Tom Glavine deserves a backdoor win after the dozens we've thrown out the window on his behalf since 2003. I missed the one Cardinal hit that was apparently a close enough call to have made things almost unbearable. […]

Spit It Out

Swish that saliva…prepare that hock…ptui! Gotta get the bad taste of an eleven-inning loss out of your mouth.

Yeech. Bad game. Lost at the bat, in the field, on the mound and by the manager. No one culprit. All are guilty.

And yet? It's just a loss. Just a loss even though it snapped an encouraging four-game […]