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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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4 For 4

“If we’d had 5 decent starters, his ass would have been out of here 4 years ago!”

Thus spake a disgusted Joe in the midst of Sunday afternoon’s Trachselization. When Joe has the clearest vision among 45,000 disgruntled Mets fans (and probably 3,000 jerks who haven’t heard the Dodgers don’t play one borough over anymore), surely […]

Having a Ball

Yesterday I drove back to NYC from Long Beach Island, so it was another day of catch-as-catch-can baseball. But it was an adventurous one: Emily and Joshua got dropped at Sesame Place outside Philadelphia for an outing with his grandparents, so our friend Eddie and I heard the intriguing Maddux/Duque duel on FAN as we […]

5 For 5

It’s been a great week for the connective tissue of the Metsosphere. Faith and Fear gets to hang with Mike’s Mets on Tuesday and then dines al fresco with Mets Guy in Michigan in Manhattan on Saturday.

The world hasn’t witnessed this great a concentration of creative Mets energy since Metstradamus blogged alone.

Dave Murray and I […]

6 For 6

You can to go a game in which the Mets are facing Greg Maddux and feel clean. You can watch a surefire Hall of Famer at the tail end of an honorable career and come away feeling good. You can say, hey, I saw a 300-game winner pitch, a guy who knows how to work […]

Trachsel 0 Maine 0

If there really is a derby underway between Steve Trachsel and John Maine for the fourth starter's role in the playoffs, let's just say Dave Williams is well out in front.

Trachsel was his really old self four nights ago, inept and unlucky. Maine was his moderately old self versus L.A., the kid called up earlier […]

The Edge Of Heaven

Welcome to Flashback Friday, a weekly feature devoted to the 20th anniversary of the 1986 World Champion New York Mets.

Twenty years. Forty-three Fridays. This is one of them.

I’m lazing about the upper deck. Left field. Far left, far up. Many have called it a day, so there is room to stretch out. The […]

7 For 7

And I may be obliged to defend
Every love, every ending
Or maybe there’s no obligations now
Maybe I’ve a reason to believe
We all will be received
In Graceland
—Queens’ own Paul Simon

Jose Reyes bounces on his belly across home plate with no throw on him, calls himself safe and he’s fine.

Jose Reyes allows a pop fly to bounce off […]

Junior Achievers

You know what? There's something perfectly apt about the Marlins and Phillies having gone into tonight tied for second, making a hash of magic-number calculations for the moment. Because, really, who cares which team is 16.5 or 165 or 16,500 games behind us in second place? It's easier to just count down our own wins, […]

8 For 8

Every few hours, I like to check and see if our magic number has decreased…

…it has.

All day it’s been like this. We keep reducing our number every 3 hours and we have 8 left, therefore, at this rate, we’ll clinch by this time tomorrow.

Not really.

An alert to our affiliates along the Faith and Fear network: […]

Rain, Rain Went Away…

What a difference a day makes.

The weather forecast for LBI today: rain. But around mid-morning, Emily and I realized there were shadows outside. The sun was out. And a couple of hours after that, the Mets started playing baseball. A whole lotta baseball.

Yes, a rainout is a gloomy thing, perfectly designed to make children (and […]