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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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Bonds' Mets Targets Revealed

I used to tote around a loose theory that if Al Harazin hadn't wasted the Mets' money on Bobby Bonilla in the winter of 1991 that he could have spent it more wisely one December later on Barry Lamar Bonds.

Wait with the “who needed him, the bum?” knee-jerk reflex if you can for a moment. […]

The Kindness of Relative Strangers

So it's the first day of the rest of my season, the day after the night I cleansed my soul of expectation and admitted to myself that not only am I genuinely uncertain of what the immediate future holds for the Mets but that I'm willing to live with the consequences.

1-0 thus far in this […]

It's Gonna Be OK

Was it the cruel Willingham slam off Mota? No, I still had hope then. The criminal bullshit out call on the expertly sliding Reyes? No, because we had at least efficiently tied it that inning. Heilman loading the bases on a walk, a hit by pitch and another walk? It was coming, but it hadn't […]

The Downside of Anger

On the Friday afternoon of May 3, 1996, while the Mets played the Cubs at Wrigley Field on the tiny TV I kept in my office for the stray Channel 9 game, something work-related pissed me off tremendously. I couldn't tell you what anymore, but in the habit I used to have that I've either […]

Boys' Day Out

Emily saw the note a couple of weeks ago: Sesame Street characters at Shea, a 12:10 start, finale of a three-game set against the Braves. Noting that I had more vacation days than I likely would be able to use, she suggested what should have been obvious to me: Take Joshua.

Well, of course. A father-son […]

Bringing Myself to See Our Kids

If you can’t find you or anyone like you portrayed in an overblown, cartoonishly acted eight-part series about a time you remember living through, too, relax — it’s Flashback Friday at Faith and Fear in Flushing.

Except for one month as a telemarketer my junior year in college (we sold memberships to the Hillsborough County Police […]

Forget Harris

Turnabout is foul play.

Bleah, bleah, bleah…ptui! I spit out this horrible ending to what could have been a beautiful game.

Willie Harris pulling an Endy out of his grabhole — leaving ample room for the shoving up of any bats we haven’t already wished plunged high, far and deep up Chipper/Teixeira way — and robbing Carlos […]

Before Barry Blessed Bacsik

Mike Bacsik, a New York Met in 2002 and 2003, gave Barry Bonds the pitch that became his 756th home run. Barry Bonds gave Mike Bacsik a bat in appreciation, inscribing it:

“To Mike, God Bless. Barry Bonds”

Barry Bonds can ask for a whole mess of Mets pitchers to be blessed for getting him to 756. […]

The Hangman, Cheated

Something tells me this enigmatic, frustrating, confounding 2007 season finally began in earnest Tuesday night. Three with the Braves, those familiar objects in rearview mirror that indeed may be closer than they appear. At the end of the month four with the Phils, whom we may yet be forced to take seriously. That's a lead-in […]

Mets Fans Routinely Treated Like Celebrities

Mets fans liven up every gathering, so much so that the dullest of affairs (a nondescript Washington Nationals victory, for example, for example) can become a mob scene when one of us is spotted. That’s how it went for Matt Murphy of Queens, a Mets fan who presumably couldn’t get a ticket for the big […]