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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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by Greg Prince on 9 March 2013 3:21 am
Avery does a lap.
The Mets traveled to Lakeland Friday and were declawed by the Tigers, but there’s better feline-related baseball news to be had in the Cactus League. I read a heartwarming article the other day about O the Oakland A’s Spring Training Cat, a kitty of indeterminate gender who hangs around the […]
by Greg Prince on 8 March 2011 12:54 pm
For the longest time, I adored our cats Hozzie and Avery, yet had a hard time thinking of them as “our cats”. “Our cats” meant Bernie and Casey, the cats Stephanie and I had before Hozzie and Avery. As cats will do (though nobody warns you when you plunge headfirst into petdom), Bernie and Casey […]
by Greg Prince on 16 September 2010 12:00 pm
Avery, enjoying one of his favorite modes of transportation.
Avery the Cat! He’s the cat who was born with an exclamation point!
It was five years ago tonight Avery and I made our acquaintance. Stephanie had a tip on another cat — we had only just begun to search for a worthy successor to the […]
by Greg Prince on 27 May 2010 2:46 pm
Today is five years since Bernie the Cat was last with us. Right about now, if he were still stationed on the couch, this would be the look from him. It would be easily translated as, “You got me up for this? For four consecutive wins? For Dickey and Takahashi? Wake me when […]
by Greg Prince on 23 October 2007 9:37 am
I don’t wander down to the playground or the Little League fields. I don’t drop what I’m doing for high school or college ball. Even the occasional minor league game that flickers across the screen doesn’t do much for me. Though any baseball beats no baseball, baseball without a strong and informed rooting interest doesn’t […]
by Greg Prince on 23 October 2007 9:34 am
That little fellow with all the stripes is Hozzie when he was a kitten, in the fall of 2002. And that black and white bolster with ears on which he’s resting? That was his big brother Bernie, the cat gracious enough to share his space with an adoring newcomer. Several months after the passing of […]
by Greg Prince on 18 August 2007 9:33 pm
Hozzie and Avery, the best modern-day double play combination this side of Jose Reyes and Luis Castillo, urge the Mets to fully concentrate over the final 41 games of the 2007 season. They suggest treating each game like a tiny bug and never taking their focus off it. Not that we ever get bugs, mind […]
by Greg Prince on 3 August 2007 7:35 pm
Bernie and Casey posed here in tribute to their favorite 1997 Mets, Edgardo Alfonzo at third and Rey Ordoñez at short, replicating the Great Wall of Flushing that made the left side of our infield so impenetrable that year. Likewise, very little got by these cat-like, uh…cats. In the background you’ll see the pillow cases our […]
by Greg Prince on 22 June 2007 8:42 am
When we paws to remember those who made our world a more joyous, more loving place, it’s Flashback Friday at Faith and Fear and Flushing.
The Aikens family of Seneca, S.C. had the right idea. One fall day in 1954, not long after the New York Giants swept the Cleveland Indians for the world championship, they […]
by Greg Prince on 22 June 2007 8:33 am
Batting cleanup in any order: Casey The Cat. Get a load of that tongue! It was like something you’d find on Shaquille O’Neal’s left sneaker. How long was it? It was so long that half the time Casey couldn’t seem to stick it back in his mouth. Or maybe he just liked to have it ready […]
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