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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.

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This Super Sunday Pittsburgh Lost

SUNDAY, OCTOBER 3, 1999
SHEA STADIUM
FLUSHING, NEW YORK

GARY COHEN

The last of the ninth inning in the final regular-season game of the year. The Mets and Pirates locked in a one-one duel. The Mets needing a win to guarantee there will be a tomorrow.

Greg Hansell, a well-traveled twenty-eight year-old righthander, will pitch the bottom of the ninth [...]

Best Infield Ever, the Home Version

Word is it was 99 in the shade at Citi Field Sunday, yet right here, it feels a bit like ’99 in the Shea: The Mets are hot on the Braves’ heels, Bobby Valentine is basking in the media’s glare and the Mets’ infield has been warming to its task with uncommon aplomb.

Highly uncommon, but [...]

In the Shadow of 2000

The Mets took a lead, held a lead and only made you think it possible, not probable, that they would blow the lead.

Progress!

A good win for the Mets over the Yankees at Citi Field Saturday night. A good win beats any kind of loss, though I have to say in the fourteenth season of [...]

Favorites Never Wear Thin

It’s September 2009. The last thing I want to do is give the Mets more of my money. But there I am, at Citi Field, in the team store browsing, when I see a sign advising me that player number t-shirts are on SALE.

See, this is why I’ll never be an effective participant in a [...]

Now About That Franchise Hit Record...

There’s a lot of talk going around about all-time franchise records for hits. I assume this has something to do with the eternal appreciation fans and media have for true legends of the game. Given that the subject is in the air, I thought it would be fun (my kind of fun, at any rate) [...]

A Quiet Met's Quiet Departure

If five years suddenly feels a lot more like a half-decade, then it’s Flashback Friday at Faith and Fear in Flushing.

It was a simple plan. In the bottom of the sixth, I was going to stand up when the leadoff batter came to the plate. I was going to clap. Applaud, really applaud. It would [...]

Central Islip Too Far From New York City Blues

Just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in.

MapQuest pegs the distance from 3 Court House Drive in Central Islip to 123-01 Roosevelt Avenue in Flushing at approximately 40 miles, depending on your route of preference.

Too close for my tastes. And way too far.

If one of your all-time favorite baseball players flashes [...]

Fatal Attraction

When Glenn Close reprised her national anthem performance from the World Series on Saturday night, we all noticed the incongruity of the actress/singer showing up in her 1994 uniform top. I had what I thought was the obvious answer Sunday:

I’m assuming she was the singer at the Home Opener a dozen years ago and, true [...]

Two Thumbs WAY Up for Fonzie

We interrupt this Carlos Zambrano-Tom Glavine pitchers’ duel to bring you the following bulletin:

Fonzie’s home.

Almost.

It’s just a minor league deal. It may very well amount to little more than an organizational favor to someone who still has family working as a coach in the minors. There’s no obvious spot on a first-place roster for a [...]

Now That's The Stuff

“Oh, face the facts, ducks. The chances of us getting out of here are a million to one.”

“Then there’s still a chance.”
–Exchange between Bunty and Ginger in Chicken Run, release date, late June 2000

As I watched Wednesday night’s contest become no contest — recurrent rain, empty citrus seats, yawning run gap, stifling opposing pitching [...]