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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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Here's to the Winners, Losers & DVD

Congratulations to the five Faith and Fear in Flushing readers who each won a copy of Baseball’s Greatest Games: 1986 World Series Game 6 from A&E Home Entertainment in association with MLB Productions. These five industrious fellows answered a quiz issued last Tuesday to coincide with the 25th anniversary of what was then indisputably the greatest World [...]

’99 Faltered, But Dotel Ain’t Done

The “we” and the “us” was not at all out of line, nevertheless I found it surprising how much Octavio Dotel engaged in first-person plural pronouns when interviewed after the St. Louis Cardinals won the 2011 World Series. He hasn’t been a Cardinal much longer than he’s been most anything else in the big leagues, [...]

At Sixes and Sevens

In the same way the sight of “10.27” made me smile yesterday, the thought of “Game Seven” has got me grinning today. Yet this has nothing to do with 1986. This is all about 2011 and the World Series that is doing us the courtesy of sticking around one more night.

Which still might not be [...]

Oliver (W), Dotel (L), You (DVD)

[NOTE: WE HAVE OUR WINNERS. THE CONTEST IS NOW CLOSED.]

The story in Central Texas is Mike Napoli coming through loud and clear. The story in St. Louis is Tony La Russa hearing static on the line while his players left everything else on base. But here in Metsopotamia, where we take every opportunity we can [...]

Two, Maybe Three Different Sports

The baseball game I watched last night in which Derek Holland thoroughly shut down the St. Louis Cardinals’ offense bore little resemblance to the baseball game I watched 24 hours earlier in which Albert Pujols filleted the Texas Rangers’ pitching staff. Holland stood head and shoulders above his competition the same as Pujols did, yet [...]

Albert's Exhibition Game

The World Series contest that’s been instantly enshrined in history for Albert Pujols detonating three tons of TNT into the Arlington night (and then graciously sticking around to chat about it afterwards) was really decided before the King completely got his groove back. Those three homers that defined Game Three, every one of them a [...]

Admiration, Engagement & Isringhausen

I admire the 2011 World Series thus far, which is a nice way of saying I have yet to be fully engaged by it. After the slam-bang blowouts that ended the LCSes, it was predicted/feared that the St. Louis and Texas lineups would lay waste to each other’s starting pitching and that the games would [...]

Say Good Night, 2006

“Some people never got over the sixties, or the war, or the night their band opened for the Rolling Stones at the Marquee, and spend the rest of their days walking backwards; I never really got over Charlie. That was when the important stuff, the stuff that defines me, went on.”
—Rob Fleming, High Fidelity, by [...]

Miscast Cardinals All Wrong for the Part

Sunday I watched a team that wasn’t expected to get as far as it did, one that overcame all kinds of skepticism to take the baseball world by storm. It was thrilling seeing them step up and prove their doubters wrong. What a great story!

Yes, I finally got around to seeing Moneyball. How about those [...]

Texas Temporarily Forever

The Texas Rangers have my wholehearted admiration for doing one of the hardest things there is to do in baseball: getting to the mountaintop, tumbling off of it a step from its absolute peak and working their way back up to where they were a year before. No year-after hangover for the once-and-again American League [...]