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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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Sanctify Yourself

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

Twenty years, 43 Fridays. This is one of them.

One of the reasons it’s helpful to write something reasonably soon after you think of it is there’s a chance somebody else will come up with the […]

Your Anniversary Present

Yes, Happy Anniversary, Blog Brother. So what's been keeping me up nights, other than Pedro's toe and the fact that our rotation's old and fretting that Willie might actually hit Lo Duca second? It's what anniversary gift to get you.

Finally I thought of the perfect thing and went down to the Baseball Store.

“I want to […]

What Really Happens When Pitchers Report

“Welcome gentlemen to New York Mets spring training for pitchers and catchers. We have already checked in Lo Duca comma Paul, Castro comma Ramon and the many other catchers we are going to require so each of you pitchers can display to us what you are made of. Please form a line, single file, and […]

This Thing Of Ours

Fifty-two weeks ago today, you said this and I said that, and we were rolling.

And Mettily, we roll along.

Tomorrow marks the one-year anniversary of the birth of Faith and Fear in Flushing, coinciding conveniently with the reportage of pitchers, catchers and various uniformed authority figures to right where they belong, on a baseball field; David […]

Valentines Day (Plural)

On February 2, 2002, Stephanie and I visited Bobby V’s restaurant in Corona. Our hope was that by showing up on a sleepy Saturday before spring training, we would bump into the eatery’s star attraction. And we did. The man whose name was on the door and whose face was on the menu couldn’t have […]

Bobby's Day

Time's propensity to march on leaves so much in the dust. People and issues that we focus immense amounts of energy on matter less and less until they matter not at all. They become history. History's a blast, but it's not the same as being vital in the here and now.

Hence, it comes as a […]

Do Your Worst, Old Man

Thanks for the silver lining, pal — it so happens I was already feeling sunny. There are Eddie Gaedel-sized drifts of snow in my backyard. Big whoop. Do your worst, Old Man Winter. Because you're going down.

Warm winter or no, this is the kind of storm that, had it arrived in early to mid-January, might […]

Snow Blows

Well, at least your recurring gripe that it's warm enough to play ball so let's play ball is inoperable this morning.

Just looking for the silver lining inside the blizzard.

Snow on a Sunday morning, especially so close to moundsmen & receivers, takes me back to April 9, 2000. We were going to that game to get […]

Danger Zone

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

Twenty years, 43 Fridays. This is one of them.

Shame on me for listening to WFAN, particularly when it’s before 5 but after 4 in the morning. Shame on me for retaining anything any caller says, […]

Left-Handed Compliments

On my bookshelves you'll find a fairly random assortment of Met media guides from various years. (I don't bother with them much anymore because all this stuff is now online.) The other night I was looking through an old one in search of biographical information about the immortal Brian Ostrosser (don't ask) and was surprised […]