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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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A Voice Like Few Others

The Village Voice recently and wisely named Alex Belth of Bronx Banter New York’s best sportswriter, and it’s a pleasure to present compelling evidence: “Two Rogers,” Alex’s exploration of the intersection of Roger Kahn and Roger Angell by way of Alex’s father, Don Belth. They’re three fascinating figures, as considered by someone who knows how [...]

The Offseason We Spent Watching Baseball

It hasn’t been the greatest offseason for following Mets’ news in our family — Joshua’s REYES jersey is gone, though I can’t bear to dismantle the diptych of Reyes and Wright above his bed — but the beat does go on. This winter, Joshua and I (often with Emily alongside) watched all of Ken Burns’s [...]

The Intersection of Cashen & Strawberry

In the spring of 1980, the New Yorker’s Roger Angell was making his incomparable annual rounds and alighted on St. Petersburg for a morning B-squad game between  Joe Torre’s Mets and their neighbors, Ken Boyer’s Cardinals. The rookie getting everybody’s attention that March was St. Louis’s big first baseman Leon Durham — “he is called [...]

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 [...]

Angellic

If you haven’t already, by all means get yourself a copy of the Nov. 27 New Yorker, and read the Roger Angell season recap.

I’ve loved Roger Angell as long as I’ve loved baseball — I remember reading The Summer Game as fast as a young boy could read a pretty thick book and realizing to [...]

O Heavenly Angell

Just a bit of hell to get us through a Sunday, eh? In this case, two is enough.

FOSTER: His take on why he wasn’t playing in ’86 was, as Rey Ordoñez might put it, stupid, but if he hadn’t said a word on race and maintained his spot on the roster into the World Series, [...]