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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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When the Future Has Its Say on Shea

While my curiosity and maybe even my enthusiasm regarding the next ballpark where any of us has yet to see a ballgame inches ever wider, I used Wednesday night as the launching pad for my latest trip in the other temporal direction, to the team I never saw and the park where I never saw […]

Golden Now

“You’ve got your new address here. There really isn’t anything else you need.”

“Hold up. That’s it?”

“Sure. You’re golden now.”

“I don’t get it.”

“It’s not unexpected. You’re not the first one to move here and be a little frazzled from the whole experience. But honestly, you don’t need anything else.”

“How about an explanation?”

“That’s fair. I tend to […]

The Two Ballparks You Meet in Heaven

These two, they’re stuck together whether they want to be or not. Make no mistake: they do not. They were sworn enemies in the last life yet nowadays share psychic space that has become all too real to them. In one sense, they are no longer with us. In another, more significant sense, they have […]

Another Helping of Kool-Aid in Riverdale

One of my favorite Faith and Fear comments of 2007 included this line directed at me by the ever-popular Anonymous in disagreement with my insistence that the Mets retire 24 in honor Willie Mays’ achievements as a New York National League legend:

Stop drinking the cool aid [sic] with those old guys up in Riverdale.

I found […]

He Had the Whole World in His Hands

Willard Mullin‘s Jint was the colossus of the baseball world in 1954, a status celebrated on the cover of the New York Giants’ 1955 yearbook.

Gosh, he’s so happy there. How could have he known just three years later…oh, never mind.

Trick or Treat! It's The Scariest Mets Team Ever!

Happy Halloween, everybody. I wish today would disguise itself as part of baseball season. It’s been one month since the Mets played ball. Even their most recent version of it looks mighty good from the precipice of November.

So the Mets didn’t dress up as playoff participants. So they’ve provided no tricks and few treats since […]

A Great Day in Harlem

On August 10, 2000, Stephanie and I trekked to Eighth Avenue and 157th Street to pay our respects to the Polo Grounds. The plaque, at the fourth of the four Polo Grounds Houses, marks the approximate location of home plate and notes that in addition to the Giants and some American League team whose name escapes me, […]

My Giants

If you can trace your roots without paying a genealogist, then it must be Flashback Friday at Faith and Fear in Flushing.

On April 18, 1957, New York’s National League franchise opened its home schedule just as it had done every year since 1883, just as it would never do again.

Fifty years and two days […]