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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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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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

I Don't Gotta Believe Anything

No doubt some tried and true sportswriter somewhere has referred to Thursday night’s apocalyptic meltdown as a heartbreaker for Mets fans.

Your heart broken? Mine isn’t. Not really.

I’m not gonna feed you some line that there are more important things in the world than your team blowing a 7-4 lead in the ninth because your team’s […]

Oh Good God

Dream of Things That Never Were

“Only those who dare to fail greatly,” Robert F. Kennedy once said, “can ever achieve greatly.”

Boy have the New York Mets dared to fail greatly.

On the last night they would ever play in what has to be the most dismal edifice ever retroactively dedicated to a great American, the Mets honored the memory of their […]

Vienna Calling

I'd say Vienna's lovely, but it isn't really. Its great architecture is cheek by jowl with a lot of Soviet-style apartment blockery (this is pretty much Eastern Europe) and when you look closely you realize a lot of the city is chipped and flaked and graffiti'ed and grotty.

But it does have a lot of […]

Our Jumping-Off Point

It has come to this: A person can't take a nap without the Mets giving up six runs.

No kidding. It was a scooch past 8:30 when I curled up and closed my eyes on the couch, feeling relieved that John Maine hadn't given up the big hit in the fourth; secure he was positively reinforced […]