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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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Repairing Keith's Image

Last August, when its exhibits had yet to encompass any painful memories-to-be from the forthcoming October, Stephanie and I visited the St. Louis Cardinals Hall of Fame which has the decency to share space with the St. Louis Browns and the St. Louis Stars as well as share admission with the International Bowling Museum & Hall of […]

Our Man in St. Lucie

If it’s spring, it must be time to break out the Faith and Fear t-shirts. Not quite warm enough up here to go coat-commando, but perfectly appropriate for our own NostraDennis, taking time out from touring Tradition Field long enough to show his true numbers and colors, just as he did ‘neath the Big Chicken on […]

It's Just a Popularity Contest (And We Wanna Be Popular)

Page 109 of the current Sports Illustrated — Baseball Preview issue with Daisuke Matsuzaka on the cover — offers you, the FAFIF reader, a chance to express your choice for the fan site with “the best Mets info”. Since it doesn’t seem to be a sudden-death competition (the above blurb indicates each of us will be […]

The Ancient Order of HI BERNIE!ans Will Now Come to Order

The first March 17 that we had Bernie The Cat, we were watching the news when a reporter made reference to the Ancient Order of Hibernians. On cue, we looked over toward our kitten, counted to three and greeted him with a big, hearty HI BERNIE!

Needless to say this startled him. But an annual tradition was […]

March Metness: The Field of 64

Thanks to Ray of Metphistopheles, we have an actual bracket-by-bracket rundown of the field of 64 for this year’s March Metness tournament for your printing and prognosticating pleasure. He even went to the trouble of including the dreaded play-in game in Dayton, for which Michael Sergio has already built an insurmountable lead on Harry M. Stevens.

Be sure […]

That's About The Size Of It

Come May when we’re being told that the Subway Series has run its course, I will point to this as Exhibit S for the defense: The cover of the only locally available 2007 Street & Smith’s Baseball Yearbook. Came upon it in Pathmark last night and nearly spiked the entire detergent section, touchdown-like, out of exhiliration.

Unlike […]

Every Home Should Have One

God help me, I want this stupid thing.

No Mets in These Either

And I don’t think I ever got Fred Norman. What am I going on about now? Click here.

We Should've Quit Right Here

The high point of Met captaincies? Keith Hernandez. The rest? Not so great.

Ring Schming, It Was The Jacket

We had just gotten engaged. Or can’t you tell?

It was September 25, 1989. Stephanie and I were headed to Shea. On a chilly Flushing evening, the Mets would eliminate themselves mathematically and I would require sit-and-sulk time, just enough to turn our stroll back to the LIRR into a brisk trot.

And she married me anyway.

Had […]