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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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Inches From Doc

“I was in his house in Greenwich, Connecticut. Nancy Seaver gave me lunch. This was one of the strangest experiences of my life, and since I did not share it with anyone other than a few people I had never seen before and never saw again, there are even times when I do not feel […]

The Youthful Enthusiasm of Dana Brand

I will endure its passing, but I would have loved to have been an old man in these seats, under these lights.

That’s what Dana Brand wrote in Mets Fan, in an essay he entitled “For Shea“. I’ve thought of those words often since Shea Stadium was scheduled for and then met its ultimate demise. Every […]

Shouted Down

Isn’t it nice when the Mets behave as we prefer them to? Pelfrey slick instead of sick; Beltran boasting upper body strength and no discernible knee problems; Reyes on the fly; Rodriguez setting off anxiety attacks but giving up no runs. We can accept all that and we can enjoy the results.

The atmosphere surrounding a […]

Batting a Thousand

From the Department of Milestones You Didn’t Realize Existed: tonight — barring calamity (or rain) — will be the 1,000th consecutive Mets game recapped by Faith and Fear in Flushing.

I don’t know that you can call them recaps in the traditional sense. That’s why somewhere amid our text we link you to the ESPN.com Mets […]

Happy Izzyversary to Us

Today is the sixth anniversary of Faith and Fear in Flushing, and I’m touched that the Mets thought to get us Jason Isringhausen to mark the occasion. A 1995 Met is the perfect touch.

From the standpoint of FAFIF mythology, only Bill Pulsipher would have been more appropriate. Your co-bloggers’ first game together was June 17, […]

Set the Clock Forward

One of the sadder things about elimination day is how you now know you’re going to have to wait another year for the possibility — and nothing more — that you’ll finally get those things you spend the offseason wishing for and the balance of the season rooting for. Elimination comes along and you’re forced […]

Love, Hate, Mets

I love being a Mets fan, but I hate rooting for the Mets. I love being a Mets fan, but I hate supporting the Mets. I love being a Mets fan, but I hate investing any faith whatsoever in the Mets as a baseball team or as an organizational entity.

But I do love being a […]

The Return of Rodriguez

You know, I would have canned the K-Rod entrance music for one night.

It had occurred to me Francisco Rodriguez might pitch at this game I was going to Saturday, but caught up in the Mets’ passive resistance movement (passing on scoring, resisting ground balls), I’d sort of forgotten he was back. But then, suddenly, it’s […]

Endorsing Howard Megdal: Not So Crazy

Sure, I thought it was a little kooky, some fan/writer declaring his candidacy for an office to which he couldn’t be elected because it’s not an elective office. I like a good gag, but how far can you stretch one? Howard Megdal was practically Plastic Man in that regard. He was stretching the gag. He […]

Transformation at the Taqueria

Two things of note happened to me this week, taking place in roughly a 24-hour period. I’ll go with the second first.

It was the bottom of the sixth Tuesday night, second game of the doubleheader. My co-shiverers had absorbed all the wind chill they could possibly take and bid me adieu. I was tempted to […]