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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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The Man With the Hands

I don’t know how much I will miss Luis Guillorme in practice. His production declined precipitously last season and his defense wasn’t the revelation it once was. Yet Luis’s definitive departure from the only team we have ever known him as a part of — the former Met has signed with the Braves, making him, […]

Welcome, THB Class of 2023!

Horrible weather, horrible offseason, horrible everything. You know what might put some pep in our collective step? Looking back at guys who made their Mets debuts during the horrible 2023 season! Some of these guys have already vanished from memory; others we merely wish we could unremember. Like I said, horrible. But they matriculated in […]

The 2023 Oscar’s Caps Awards

When Oscar Madison, our avatar of Mets in the Popular Culture, is sloppy, dog bites man. When Oscar Madison attempts to be neat, the fault lies not in our stars, but in ourselves (Shakespeare). In the Odd Couple episode “Cleanliness is Next to Impossible,” Oscar is unwittingly hypnotized to Felix Unger levels of fussiness. Only […]

Lousy Seasons, Redeeming Features

In one of those Faith and Fear traditions known only to me, I like to present a list as long as Eric Hillman’s left arm when my birthday falls on a Sunday. Since we’ve been doing FAFIF, my birthday has fallen on a Sunday twice, in 2006 and 2017. Today is the third time. I’m […]

Hung By the Chimney With Care

I don’t observe Christmas in the ecclesiastical sense, but I’ve watched a lot of Christmas episodes of sitcoms, both live-action and animated, so I understand assisting Santa Claus when asked is necessarily a good thing. Every year around this time, I hear that a reindeer with a nose visible in fog went down in history […]

Another Decade, Another Hump

Although baseball has already conducted its winter meetings, winter insists on meeting the rest of us this evening at 10:47 PM Eastern Standard Time. We wish a scintillating solstice to all, yet we’ve got a bigger milestone to mark before the month is out.

That’s right: the Baseball Equinox is nigh! At 3:26 AM EST on […]

Pitcher of Winning Record

You might know Ken MacKenzie was the only Met pitcher to post a winning record in 1962. As calling-card facts go, it is distinctive and enduring and, within the context of a team that inspired its beat writers to track what Leonard Koppett dubbed the “neggie” or negative statistic (like the Mets’ failure to win […]

Ouch in December

Aren’t we supposed to be immune to developing brand new sympathy pains for injured Mets players in December? Mets players aren’t supposed to get injured this time of year unless it’s something like what happened to Tug McGraw in the winter following the Miracle Mets’ world championship of 1969. In his 1974 memoir Screwball, Tug […]

Depth, Dearth, Desire

I count fourteen players with major league experience the Mets have picked up in the past month or so. I feel I recognize five, maybe six of the names. I’ve probably seen a few others as Met opponents but forgotten them. A generous portrayal of their collective appeal would be they provide our team with […]

Hot as Hicks

Met offense is moping along as Met offense has made a habit of doing since its founding in 1962. Then amid the mopery emerges some genuine hope in the form of a Triple-A outfielder who brings to New York a bat loaded with hits, making things a little less mopey, at least for a spell. […]