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Jason Fry and Greg Prince
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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Salute to Baseball

I had planned to let you know to listen to Jonathan Schwartz’s show on WNYC-FM this afternoon. For 36 consecutive Super Bowl Sundays, Schwartz ran what he called a Salute to Baseball. Before there was sportstalk radio and downloadable files and Rhino Records, there was Schwartz spending one hour in the middle of football overload […]

Welcome, THB Class of 2005

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! WARNING! INSANE GEEKERY AHEAD! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

OK, anybody left?

Being more than slightly nuts, I have a pair of binders, dubbed The Holy Books by Greg. They contain baseball cards — specifically, one baseball card for every Met on the all-time roster. They’re ordered by year, with each year containing a card for […]

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. […]

I've Got A Peaceful Albeit Uneasy Feeling

This should bother me. It doesn’t.

This should be terrible. It isn’t.

This should feel…not like it does.

I’m at peace tonight. There is nothing more I can do, nothing more I can say, nothing more I can even think.

It’s over. I knew it would be over eventually. I didn’t know how it would end but if I […]

I've Become So Numb

At the end of the 1998 season, a moment in time that I seem to be referencing quite a bit lately, I came to a decision:

I would no longer be a baseball fan.

I started by not watching or listening to, other than to get a score, the Giants-Cubs playoff game that determined the winner of […]

I Can See Carlos Now

It has to mean something that up here in the grimopolis that is February in New York, a nasty afternoon shower has given way to a rainbow outside my office window. Not a metaphorical — or even a METaphorical — rainbow, but an actual Judy Garland-lovin’ arch o’ stripes in the eastern sky.

If pitchers and […]