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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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Now Pitching for the New York Mets, Squeak Scolari

Al Michaels: And it all comes down to just one man.

Bob Costas: Unfortunately, that one man is Squeak Scolari.

Public Address Announcer: Now shooting, No. 23, Squeak “Little Bitch” Scolari.

The above dialogue from the funniest and most misunderstood sports movie ever, BASEketball, came to mind Sunday afternoon as the bottom of the eleventh was about to […]

Gliding to 5

If you can call an eleven-inning 7-6 nailbiter a matter of gliding, then the Mets’ magic number glided to 5 on Sunday. Ed Charles, a.k.a. The Glider and No. 5 on your Miracle Mets, would likely approve.

Jumping From 7 to 6

Hey, who wasn’t happy when the Nationals beat the Phillies Sunday? It reduced our magic number from Jose Reyes’ 7 to Ruben Gotay’s 6.

The Truthiness Hurts

The scoreboard presented a fact all through Saturday's game: the Mets were beating the Marlins. But my considerable gut told me different: the Mets are in trouble.

This is what this season and this September have come down to — feeling the game instead of following it. Even though the Mets led and were never in […]

Follow Me to 7

When we were in Milwaukee before Labor Day (that’s me, not Jose, in our hotel room), I Reyes-presented as best I could. One cineplex ticket-taker was hip, greeting us with “Jose Reyes the roof!” Maybe I should have replied in solidarity, “Can’t Hardy wait” to prove I was down with the local shortstop, but we […]

Almost Underwater

It's been a long time since I had no idea what the New York Mets were up to. Sure, there's been a game here and a game there that saw me nod off in the middle innings or when it was the 12th with no end in sight, games that left me to wake up […]

Baseball's Bizarre Lexicon

Doesn't it seem like the Mets have been playing one endless game since Monday, with the score Opponents 39 Mets 36, heading to the top of the 47th? They've been in a mostly empty stadium that isn't Shea; the fans are mostly Mets fans; they score early but it doesn't seem to matter; they give […]

We Kid You Not...It's 8

I have to admit that I find it hard to believe we still have a magic number, but by continuing to hold first place, we do. And it even got smaller Friday night! By not losing to the Marlins (also known as winning), it got down to 8, and when we get down to 8 […]

It Just Hit Me

I realized something maybe a half-hour ago. I can live without these Mets making the playoffs. But I can't (or, more accurately, desperately don't want to) live with these Mets missing the playoffs. Do you understand the delineation? Not winning is fine. They not-win plenty. But to become synonymous with this sort of finish, to […]

A Quiet Met's Quiet Departure

If five years suddenly feels a lot more like a half-decade, then it’s Flashback Friday at Faith and Fear in Flushing.

It was a simple plan. In the bottom of the sixth, I was going to stand up when the leadoff batter came to the plate. I was going to clap. Applaud, really applaud. It would […]