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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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It's All So Obvious Now

Obviously, I retract every remotely positive thing I ever said about Tom Glavine. Fucking Brave can go fuck himself straight back to Fucklanta.

Obviously, I retract every remotely positive thing I ever said about Jose Reyes. When you go to winter ball, work on hitting the ball on a line and don’t be chummy with Miguel […]

Our Magic Number: Infinity

I suppose in some alternate universe we didn’t blow a seven-game lead with 17 to play. In this one, matters are otherwise. Congratulations Phillies.

We've Got Foibles and Fables to Portray

First pitch minutes away. But there's always time for a good show tune*…

Join us

Leave your fields to flower

Join us

Leave your cheese to sour

Join us

Come and waste an hour or two

Doo-dle-ee-do

Journey

Journey to a spot ex-

citing, mystic and exotic

Journey

Through our anecdotic revue

We've got magic to do

Just for you

We've got miracle plays to play

We've got parts to perform

Hearts […]

Me and Him…Go Figure

All right brain, you don't like me, and I don't like you. But let's just get me through this and I can get back to killing you with beer.

Tom, we've had a strange relationship for five seasons. I made no secret that I never wanted you to be a Met and you always gave me […]

Run to Daylight

Yesterday I would not have believed

That tomorrow the sun would shine

Then one day you came into my life

I am alive again

—Chicago (the group, not the Cubs)

Five straight dreary night games gave way to a Saturday afternoon like few others in the history of the old multipurpose stadium hard by the Grand Central. Shea had, however, […]

Wheels Down

Getting your bearings when you show up in the middle of a radio broadcast is always hard, and generally at least mildly comical.

So it was with me, back in New York more or less for keeps. The second the plane from Salt Lake City hit tarmac at JFK, I flipped on my radio. Something big […]

We Rooted Good, But Boy Did They Play Bad

We rooted like hell. They played like crud.

We the fans may be Mets in every emotional way, but it was proven again Friday night that we the fans cannot hit, hit with power, run, throw, catch and pitch.

And…wait for it…neither can the Mets.

Either way, we're all on the outside looking in now. We are not […]

Congratulations Phillies

Well, it worked on the Red Sox when DiamondVision jumped the gun.

Repeat After Me

LET'S GO METS!

Back in the Bad Old Days

If it’s the final Friday of the month, then it’s the ninth installment of the special Top 10 Songs of All-Time edition of Flashback Friday at Faith and Fear in Flushing.

In the late summer of 1974, the foundering Mets decided to give anybody and everybody a try. Their first-time callups that August and September included […]