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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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Chuck McElroy, Please Don't Pick Up the Courtesy Phone

That's whom I was thinking about when Shingo after came in and gave the Marlins a bingo. (By jingo!) Him and Billy Taylor. Dial-up being dial-up, I'm not going to investigate, but I'm sure Taylor and McElroy might have made decent first impressions before being packed off after a single partial season.

Yes, a nice […]

Bad First Impressions

The Redbirds were glowing with success as they lined up in the narrow runway between their locker room and the ball field. They were serene, confident and rich. They followed their drillmaster, Dr. Walter C. Eberhardt of St. Louis University, to the grass along the first base line. “Con-grat-u-lations on your last season,” Eberhardt sang […]

Don't Know What We've Got With Shingo Takatsu

You and your Unholy Books. Ever since I bore witness to them almost five years ago, I have rooted for them and for their contents to flourish. I keep up on who's a new Met first and foremost in order to confirm with you the status of the next entry within those heretofore sacred volumes.

Therefore, […]

Everything Is the Same Down Here

They have the WB. You can view the varieties of Soilmaster. I've got Internet access of a sort. I can writhe around on a couch going insane while we suck.

Tell me something good. Shingo Takatsu entering the rosters of The Holy Books in singularly wretched fashion doesn't count.

A New Orleans Tale

Before we skedaddle for Jersey, I'll leave you with a tale of baseball and New Orleans.

There aren't a ton of them — Rusty Staub is from there, but beyond that it hasn't been so long that the town even had a minor-league team. But I do have one, from the two summers when I lived […]

Roll Over

That was it? That was the vaunted “roll” we waited to get on for 4-1/2 months? Nine of eleven against three certifiably lousy teams and one that's roughly our peer? Now it's over?

That ain't gonna cut it. Neither is the new math, the one in which we have now lost five of six. It's a […]

Finding the Handle

Poor Glavine. Poor us. That was baseball like it oughta be — two teams playing hard for big stakes, and one mistake cost us. Well, two mistakes — one of organization and one of execution. I felt for TEM. Watching him fumbling for that ball snapped me back to Keith Hernandez crawling in the mud […]

Flashback Friday: 1980

The year was 1980. I was 17 years old.

I learned the truth at 17.

I learned that advertising slogans are come-ons, not guarantees. I learned that a few dozen wins in the middle of summer does not mean a pennant is in the offing. I learned that every promising story doesn’t have a happy ending, just […]

Expanding Our Roster

Editor's Note: As you are probably aware, baseball blogs can expand their rosters beginning September 1. We at Faith and Fear in Flushing have called up Dodd, a young blogger with great stuff, for the stretch drive. He's a little raw, but we hope you enjoy his debut.

The Mets suck.

The Mets totally suck.

I'm serious. I […]

Keep Me Up 'Til September Ends

I heard Pedro after the game talk about the mistakes he threw. If he's big enough to own up to his, I'll own up to mine.

1) I wore MARTINEZ 45 to Shea. It was the third time I've worn it this season. The Mets are 0-3 when I've done that. In retrospect, I figure I […]