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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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Flashback Friday: 2005

The year was 2005. I was 42 years old.

But you already knew that.

After these past eight months, I can’t imagine there’s much more that you don’t already know about me or the Mets, whether you wanted to or not. They were playing just a week ago and me, I haven’t shut up about it since. […]

Flashback Friday: 2000 (Part I of III)

The year was 2000. I was 37.

Or was I?

I was in the fourth year of a stretch when I lived and breathed Mets baseball more than during any other period in my life. Wasn’t I supposed to get that out of the way when I was a child? Sure sounds childish. But in 2000, I […]

Flashback Friday: 2000 (Part II of III)

Due to the length of our season, the story of 2000 is presented in three parts. Part I appeared in a previous post.

Life would get no better if the Braves and Yankees continued to lurk. Lurk they did and down they could bring us. At the end of June and the beginning of July we […]

Flashback Friday: 2000 (The Exciting Conclusion)

Due to the length of our season, the story of 2000 is presented in three parts. This is the exciting conclusion. Parts I and II appeared in previous posts.

In 1904, John McGraw, a baseball visionary if ever one lived, refused to play the World Series. There was no rule saying he had to and he […]

Flashback Friday: 1995 (Part I)

The year was 1995. I was 32.

But after a while, who’s counting? Seriously, you get to a stage in life where you have to stop and think when you’re asked how old you are if you’re asked at all. For that matter, sometimes you’re not sure what year it is. One just blends into the […]

Flashback Friday: 1995 (The Exciting Conclusion)

This is the exciting conclusion of 1995. Part I appears in a previous post.

There was one week remaining in the season and I had a ticket for one more game. Actually, I had eight tickets. In ’93, I had the bright idea to lead the magazine on an outing to Shea. It went over so […]

Flashback Friday: 1990 (Part I)

The year was 1990. I was 27.

It was a year of transition.

I know, everybody says that about every year. It’s the kind of title NFL Films gives perpetually crappy teams for their highlight reels: Arizona Cardinals…A Year of Transition.

But it was. 1990 was unlike any year in the life.

It was the year I moved out […]

Flashback Friday: 1990 (The Exciting Conclusion)

This is the exciting conclusion of 1990. Part I appears in a previous post.

We hung and we clung and still had a shot at the top rung as August wound down. The Mets went out and got the damn Tommy Herr for the stretch drive. A catcher named Charlie O’Brien, too (Mackey Sasser hadn’t been […]

Flashback Friday: 1985 (Part I)

The year was 1985. I was 22.

I graduated from college. I should’ve been focused on finding my way in the Real World as it was known. I should’ve outgrown baseball. Or downgraded its importance. Or found something else to do.

None of that happened. If anything, I gave myself over to baseball and the Mets in […]

Flashback Friday: 1985 (The Exciting Conclusion)

Inane software space limitations force us to bring you Flashback Friday: 1985 in two parts. You may link to Part I if you haven’t seen it. What follows here is the second part.

The Mets were alive, no matter what Newsday had said the day before. Their task was by no means easy, but it was […]