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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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O Captain, My Captain

I'd been hoping this would be the year I fell back in love with spring training, but so far it's not happening.
Spring training's a tease, and a tease that takes way too long to deliver nothing. Sure, that first day of pitchers and catchers is like a beacon from springtime. But it's a beacon from […]

We Should've Quit Right Here

The high point of Met captaincies? Keith Hernandez. The rest? Not so great.

Withs & Withouts

Gleemonex makes it feel like it’s 72 degrees in your head…all the time.
—Advertising slogan for the orange pill purported to chase your depression away in Kids in the Hall: Brain Candy

Spring Training’s a placebo. There’s no active ingredient in it that should have any tangible effect on your well-being. Yet it does the trick every […]

I Love You, You're Perfect, Now Change

If you can’t start one season without restarting a previous season, then, it must be Flashback Friday at Faith and Fear in Flushing.

The consensus this winter — an entity at its ignominious end this morning no matter what the blasted thermometer says — has been that the Mets haven’t done quite enough. We started with […]

You Complete Us

The 365th day of the second year of Faith and Fear in Flushing is nearing completion. Tomorrow we, like Reyes to Valentin to Delgado, turn two.

We includes you, gentle reader. The comments you post, the e-mails you send and the vibes you put out have convinced me that what we’ve got here is far more […]

Ring Schming, It Was The Jacket

We had just gotten engaged. Or can’t you tell?

It was September 25, 1989. Stephanie and I were headed to Shea. On a chilly Flushing evening, the Mets would eliminate themselves mathematically and I would require sit-and-sulk time, just enough to turn our stroll back to the LIRR into a brisk trot.

And she married me anyway.

Had […]

My Bobby Valentines (A Stalker's Diary)

I’ve been happily, nay ecstatically married since 1991, but let’s pretend for just a sec that eight years ago I dated 25 lovely ladies. Some I fell for badly. Some left me spurned. A few were just kind of there. Now let’s say, to continue our hypothetical, that as they scattered to the wind and […]

Today in the Land of Daffy Met Pitchers

I love Duaner Sanchez. I'll vote for Pedro anytime he wants to run for anything. And this article by Ben Shpigel is enormously hopeful, though “enormously hopeful” is the norm for February stories about injured pitchers.
(Seriously. When's the last time you read a spring-training story in which the pitcher said, “I'm way behind schedule, instead […]

A Bad Case of Scurvy

The heat downstairs in our apartment hasn't worked for 10 days or so. The plumber came tonight, struggled to get the heat working, and finally determined various valves and a length of ancient piping need replacing. That'll be $500, Mr. Fry.
Of course the 10 days the heat hasn't worked have corresponded to the coldest days […]

The Strawberry Shadow

Watching TV through Met-colored glasses so you don’t have to…

In the 1979-80 season of The White Shadow, situated at a fictional ghetto high school in Los Angeles (and delved into on DVD over yet another baseball-starved weekend), members of the Carver basketball team said they were headed to “Crenshaw” to watch the cheerleaders practice, heh-heh. […]