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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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Bringing Myself to See Our Kids

If you can’t find you or anyone like you portrayed in an overblown, cartoonishly acted eight-part series about a time you remember living through, too, relax — it’s Flashback Friday at Faith and Fear in Flushing.

Except for one month as a telemarketer my junior year in college (we sold memberships to the Hillsborough County Police […]

Wanna Look at My Vacation Pictures?

When their season began, they were nobody. When it ended, they were somebody. If it’s the first Friday of the month, then we’re remembering them in this special 1997 edition of Flashback Friday at Faith and Fear in Flushing.

Ten years, seven Fridays. This is one of them.

My vacation pictures came back today. Wanna see […]

At This Moment, You Mean Everything

If it’s the final Friday of the month, then it’s the seventh installment of the special Top 10 Songs of All-Time edition of Flashback Friday at Faith and Fear in Flushing.

In March of 1983, there were two particularly sweet sounds that captured my attention: überprospect Darryl Strawberry making contact in St. Petersburg and Dexys Midnight […]

Where It Began, I Can Begin to Knowin'

For the first time in 33 years, I have Joe Torre’s 1967 Topps card, the first baseball item of any kind I can ever recall latching onto, a dead ringer for the one that my mother threw away in an unprecedented purge of my mess of a room in 1974. Though there is no contemporary […]

Never Ending Torre

If you’ve been staring at the same damn face for four decades, chances are it’s Flashback Friday at Faith and Fear in Flushing.

Some facts I was exposed to when I was 4 years old:

In 1960, Joe led the Northern League with a .344 avg.

In 1964, Joe led the N.L. with a .994 fielding mark.

The young […]

Me and Julio

It’s not the Flashback Friday I was envisioning, but real-time events have caused me to adjust my rearview mirror.

“You know, there comes a day in every man’s life, and it’s a hard day, but there comes a day when he realizes he’s never going to play professional baseball.”

“You’re just having that day today?”

“Yes I am.”

—Josh […]

Treasure This Season, Gang

When their season began, they were nobody. When it ended, they were somebody. If it’s the first Friday of the month, then we’re remembering them in this special 1997 Mets edition of Flashback Friday.

Ten years, seven Fridays. This is one of them.

Woven deep into the legend of the 1969 Mets is the story of […]

Something Called Love Made Me Wanna Find Out

If it’s the final Friday of the month, then it’s the sixth installment of the special Top 10 Songs of All-Time edition of Flashback Friday at Faith and Fear in Flushing.

Juan Berenguer, Ray Burris and Roy Lee Jackson each recorded one hit in 1979. That makes them the kindred Met spirits of Roger Voudouris.

Unless Warner […]

Mo Hit One For Casey

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 […]

Mighty Casey, His Tongue Out

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 […]