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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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Mets of the 2010s: 80-71

Welcome to the third chapter of Faith and Fear’s countdown of The Top 100 Mets of the 2010s. An introduction to the series is available here; you can read the most recent installment here. These are the more or less best Mets we rooted for as Mets fans these past ten years. Since a decade […]

The Chris Army

The more you watch baseball and the more you mature as a person, the less you are inclined to blithely dismiss the people who play the game in a glib, pejorative fashion. For example, it would have been shallow and unfair of me to have thought, in 2011, “My god, Chris Capuano and Chris Young […]

The Gem Before the Storm

Of course Chris Capuano pitched a great game Friday night. Mets starters always pitch great games when hurricanes are bearing down on New York.

Mind you, my sample size is now three, which is a good thing since although we all want more well-pitched Mets games, none of us wants any hurricanes. Seems to me you […]

Chris Capuano, Force of Nature

The mysteries of baseball are part of its wonder, and nothing is more of a mystery than pitching. A pitcher can completely fall apart without warning, missing targets and walking guys until he’s trapped trudging around behind the mound, pain etched on his face. His mechanics are gone, the baseball feels like a foreign object […]

But Who's Counting?

Things looked promising Saturday night right from the get-go in the top of the first when Carlos Beltran doubled for the 1,854th hit of his illustrious career and Daniel Murphy doubled right behind him for the 268th hit of his illustrious career to give the Mets an early 1-0 lead. But then Tim Lincecum settled […]

One-Run Loss, Hold the Angst

No Braves. No balk. No lead blown. No comeback dashed. No sense of drama, really, until the ninth, and then no drama. Nothing like Thursday night’s manic Holy Hellfest, so named per what I just kept muttering to myself over and over and over as I pieced together what happened to K-Rod by intermittent earbud […]

Keep on Dreamin' of Livin' in a Perfect World

In one of those misbegotten seasons when Daniel Murphy doesn’t leave too soon on Jason Bay’s sacrifice fly but Angel Pagan forgets to brush a foot over second, Pagan is out at first before Murphy gets home — and Murphy likely leaves too soon anyway. But the whole thing is moot because Bay strikes out […]

Pocket-Sized Classic

Over the years I’ve had the honor — and the anxiety — of introducing a few people to their first baseball game. While I’m sincere in my belief that baseball is the highest art form yet to spring from the human mind, not all baseball games are created equal. For someone’s first three hours of […]

Baseball Enjoyed While Result Disdained

Bad to have lost. Better had it been won. Good that it was played. That was Friday night, Mets vs. Phillies, undesirable outcome disallowed from overshadowing several elements that pleased me greatly as I sat and watched from my living room couch.

• Justin Turner returned to all-world status, 4-for-5 at bat, all-encompassing in the field, […]

Capuano to Bat Ninth

The lineup for today’s game has been posted in Houston. Chris Capuano will bat ninth. We are assuming that he’ll be OK with it, that he won’t need a day, that he doesn’t have to clear his head and that he won’t be the least bit insulted.

Capuano, incidentally, is batting .182 — or seventeen points […]