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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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How Dilson Herrera Is Like 18th Century Connecticut

So I’ve been reading this great book by Scott Weidensaul called The First Frontier, about the wars between the early colonists and the Indians. And a stray passage in it reminded me of something I’d forgotten: Connecticut’s 1662 charter claimed its western boundary was the “South Sea,” AKA the Pacific Ocean. This strikes us as […]

Saturday Note Fever

I attended Curtis Granderson Bobblehead Night despite feeling no affinity whatsoever for Curtis Granderson as a New York Met. My bobble-enthusiast friend Joe talked me into going.

By “talked into,” I mean he had to ask twice. Usually it’s just once.

Curtis Granderson Bobblehead Night coincided with a hollow 7-2 loss to Philadelphia that coincided with Granderson […]

The Grady Bunch

Anybody who knows his or her Brady Bunch will remember when Greg, Marcia, Peter, Jan, Bobby and Cindy formed a singing group in order to go on the Pete Sterne Amateur Hour and win the money to buy their parents a sparkly anniversary present. They named their act after the gift they had their eye on: […]

Boredom at the Beach ... BUT WAIT

Emily and Joshua and I have spent a week in this apartment on Long Beach Island for 11 years now. We’ve been here since before there was a Faith and Fear in Flushing. We’ve been here when the Mets were in first place and when the Mets were close to last place. But we’ve rarely […]

Another Hard Landing

There were nearly as few available Mets as there were visible Mets fans at Citi Field Wednesday night. The “25-man roster” was as hyperbolic a calculation as “paid attendance of 22,014”. Terry Collins fielded a Quadruple-A lineup, relied on a three-man bench and came up a run short of victory.

On the plus side, boy was […]

Requiem for a Fly Ball

We gather today to mourn the passing of our spherical brother Rawlings Official Major League Baseball, or as he was known to those who watched him in action, Rawly.

In many ways, Rawly was just like you and me, stitched together from the same materials that comprise us all. His most basic chemistry was standard-issue. Science […]

This Manager's Losing Mentality

Did I hear the manager of the Mets say he expects his team to lose more often than it wins? I did.

I watched the postgame show on SNY Sunday after a rousing 11-3 win. I stayed tuned for the media scrum with Terry Collins, which, by dint of logistics, appears less stage-managed on the road […]

And We Had Fun, Fun, Fun

Some days you gotta take Randy Newman’s advice:

Roll down the window
Put down the top
Crank up the Beach Boys, baby
Don’t let the music stop

The Dodgers blast “I Love L.A.” after every victory at Dodger Stadium. I’ve grown familiar with the custom over the past couple of seasons while the Mets were reliably providing the cue to […]

Our Captain Is Missing

What’s wrong with David Wright?

If you haven’t asked already, you had to ask after tonight’s debacle. Our captain grounded into a double play in the first, grounded out to open the fourth, grounded into a double play in the fifth, and struck out to end the game.

And that sad chronicle skipped over the seventh and […]

Clank! Oof! Gasp!

There are summer nights when you sense fall’s coming and you want to hold baseball as tightly as you can.

This wasn’t one of those nights. This was a night when you wanted to shove baseball as far away as possible and run from it.

The Mets started out OK in LA, what with Curtis Granderson clubbing […]