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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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What'd I Say?

Bellowed unironically a few minutes ago for the first time since the 1996 World Series:

GO BRAVES!

Atlanta's up 5-0 in the the 3rd in the opener of a doubleheader. Kyle Davies has homered.

Two wins for them and one for us tonight and magic gets a whole lot more magical.

Still don't like them, but who cares? They're […]

3 For 3

It had only been two lousy losses since the previous Mets win, but it felt fairly major that the Mets asserted themselves in Florida. For you pre-Mentos mint lovers, think of it as Asserts…with Metsin!

For the rest of you, consider a club that was pulling itself back to the pack in its actions if not […]

Movin' On Up

“Mr. Randolph? Hi, I'm Rachel. NLE Properties.”

“Hello Rachel. Sorry I'm running late. I had to call a last-minute departmental meeting.”

“Is everything all right?”

“Oh, just had to shake up some complacent employees. Nothing to worry about.”

“Are you sure? Because I know we're so close to signing the papers…”

“Really, just a bump in the road. And to […]

Panic at the Dolphin

Breaks are good. It’s not a bad idea taking a break every now and then. I know how hard you all work…my point is this: Break’s over.

—President Bartlet

OK, so maybe Dave Williams isn't the answer. That was Uggla all around, but the starting pitching is where it begins and, against the Marlins, ended. Quickly.

Maine makes […]

What I'd Rather Remember

My father goes somewhere, he generally carries nothing. Whatever he needs is presumably in his pockets. I never noticed it until I realized how he’s the opposite of me. I take after my mother. I carry a bag.

Not a purse, not a man purse. A shoulder bag I guess you’d call it. An overnight bag […]

4 For 4

“If we’d had 5 decent starters, his ass would have been out of here 4 years ago!”

Thus spake a disgusted Joe in the midst of Sunday afternoon’s Trachselization. When Joe has the clearest vision among 45,000 disgruntled Mets fans (and probably 3,000 jerks who haven’t heard the Dodgers don’t play one borough over anymore), surely […]

5 For 5

It’s been a great week for the connective tissue of the Metsosphere. Faith and Fear gets to hang with Mike’s Mets on Tuesday and then dines al fresco with Mets Guy in Michigan in Manhattan on Saturday.

The world hasn’t witnessed this great a concentration of creative Mets energy since Metstradamus blogged alone.

Dave Murray and I […]

6 For 6

You can to go a game in which the Mets are facing Greg Maddux and feel clean. You can watch a surefire Hall of Famer at the tail end of an honorable career and come away feeling good. You can say, hey, I saw a 300-game winner pitch, a guy who knows how to work […]

Trachsel 0 Maine 0

If there really is a derby underway between Steve Trachsel and John Maine for the fourth starter's role in the playoffs, let's just say Dave Williams is well out in front.

Trachsel was his really old self four nights ago, inept and unlucky. Maine was his moderately old self versus L.A., the kid called up earlier […]

The Edge Of Heaven

Welcome to Flashback Friday, a weekly feature devoted to the 20th anniversary of the 1986 World Champion New York Mets.

Twenty years. Forty-three Fridays. This is one of them.

I’m lazing about the upper deck. Left field. Far left, far up. Many have called it a day, so there is room to stretch out. The […]