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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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We Still Love This Game

The 2010 Mets are a temporary condition. Mets fandom, however, is a lifetime proposition. Some dispatches from around Metsopotamia, most of them showing us again that blue and orange waters run deep.

• Faith and Fear reader Tim Hanley wrote in to let us know he and his home movie of Ron Swoboda’s Game […]

Suites, Symmetry & Shared Vocabulary

The Mets throw all sorts of obscure statistics on their scoreboard in the hours before a game starts, including how they’re doing at home on a given day of the week. For example, before the Mets opened against the Rockies, word was posted that the Mets were 9-0 this year on Tuesday nights at Citi […]

Don't Wanna See These American Idiots

I’ve been dying to see the Mets play the Tigers in Flushing since a little before 8:00 PM on Saturday, October 14, 2006. Magglio Ordoñez had just hit a three-run homer to clinch a four-game sweep of the American League Championship Series in Detroit. We were minutes from commencing Game Three of the NLCS in […]

Make a Donation, Get a Book

Father’s Day is coming up! Graduation Day is coming up! Any day is coming up! You don’t really need an occasion, but in deference to Dads & Grads being a perennial theme of June, we are making a special offer to Faith and Fear in Flushing readers.

Between now and June 13, if you make a […]

The Game to End All Games & 45 for 45

Winning in 20 innings by using 24 Mets who accumulated 9 hits despite batting against 2 Cardinal position players for the last 3 of those innings has generated some truly deep thinking among our readers, as evidenced by our unusually busy (for a Sunday) comments section and in-box. It’s great stuff, particularly the following, an […]

More Than a Token Appearance

Once upon a time there was a runner named Rosie Ruiz who completed the 1979 New York City Marathon with the assistance of a subway ride, which will make the 26 miles and 385 yards just fly by. Nobody found that out, however, until after she was the first woman to cross the finish line […]

Tug's Day and Tuesday, Both Amazin'

It’s St. Patrick’s Day today, which was an annual favorite of the great Met — and Phillie — relief pitcher Tug McGraw. With a name like McGraw, perhaps it was inevitable.

“I made an effort to get back to Clearwater each spring even after I retired from the Phillies,” McGraw said in his memoir Ya Gotta […]

AMAZIN' TUESDAYS Return!

Mark your calendars, your Blackberries and your whatever ya got for March 23 at 7 PM and the return of AMAZIN’ TUESDAYS to Two Boots Tavern, the Lower East Side’s foremost bastion of Metsdom.

The Mets-themed reading and venting series that was infinitely more successful in 2009 than the team on which it focused makes its […]

What Makes Sharon Run?

“Who can go the distance?” Don Henley asked some thirty years ago before the Eagle answered his own question: “We’ll find out in the long run.”

There’s a long run coming this November, and I have a pretty good hunch about who’s going the distance that day.

Sharon Chapman, like you a Mets fan and like you […]

The Wrist of the Story

Six years ago today, the world became deprived of Tug McGraw. The prevailing emotion among Mets fans, baseball fans and humanity fans was sadness, which seemed not quite right since I can’t think of a ballplayer who more personified Joy with a capital J, to say nothing of Belief with a capital B. […]