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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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Second Time's the Charm

Facing the same team on consecutive starts isn't ideal for pitchers. Facing the exact same matchup that yielded a cringeworthy disaster five days before isn't ideal for fans.

Yet this time around, Pedro Martinez vs. Zach Duke turned out just fine. Pedro might not have had as good stuff as he did on Monday, but he […]

The Magnanimity of Pedro

Y'know when I was reminded how much I love Pedro Martinez? Not Saturday night when he calmly put away the Pittsburgh Pirates for seven innings. It was last Monday afternoon when his surefire win was pissed away by his bullpen, none of whose members will be joining Pedro in Cooperstown for more than a few […]

Honey, Get Me Rewrite

No, no, no — that's not the Mets @ Pirates game I know. The Mets @ Pirates game I know ends with the Jolly Roger flying high and the Pirate Parrot squawking proud. It ends with missed Metropolitan opportunities galore and relievers whose heads are tucked somewhere south of the NEW YORK on their funereal […]

The Day I Was Dashing

Welcome to Flashback Friday: Tales From The Log, a final-season tribute to Shea Stadium as viewed primarily through the prism of what I have seen there for myself, namely 383 regular-season and 13 postseason games to date. The Log records the numbers. The Tales tell the stories.

9/6/98 Su Atlanta 5-8 Reed 9 70-70 L 4-0

It […]

Alone Again (Naturally?)

For those of you who missed the West Coast final:

Phillies 1

DODGERS 3

The Phillies got themselves swept out of Chavez Ravine, enabling the Mets, who for once treated a last-place team like dirt, to retake first place all by their splendid lonesomes.

Question then: Are the Phillies that lame? 'Cause I suspect we ain't quite that good.

Oh, […]

Even We Were Optimistic About This One

Next time we’re up 12 in the 5th and the opponents have just one hit, we’ll consider smiling again.

You Don't F— With a Winning Streak

Wham! Biff! Pow! Sock!

The Mets were finally doing what they're supposed to do to teams like the Nats, the torrential rains that threatened to engulf New York had spared D.C., and Oliver Perez was looking unbeatable, benefiting from absurd movement on his pitches, overaggressive Nats hitters and a generous strike zone. I extracted some bitter […]

All the Gold's in California

There's a phrase I use almost as frequently as “oh boy, the Olympics!” and that would be “I love me some Los Angeles Dodgers!” But I do love me some Los Angeles Dodgers (!), for it is they who have won three consecutive games — including two in resounding late night walkoff fashion — over […]

Faith and Fear in Brooklyn

Faith and Fear does occasionally have some business to attend to, so periodically your bloggers get together to exchange blog-related news and ideas. (“Faith and Fear: The Interpretive Dance” will blow you away with both its kinetic nuance and its rococo wardrobe.) But tonight we were wary that the Olympics would squeeze the Mets off […]

Ideal for Evening on the South Side

Because it wasn’t enough to surprise the kid by flying him to Chicago and taking him to Wrigley Field in the afternoon, mom Sharon and dad Kevin doubled up the “WE’RE WHAT?” factor by taking Ross to new Comiskey Park (a.k.a. U.S. Cellular Field) for the White Sox game the same night…fireworks night, at that. […]