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ABOUT US
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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by Jason Fry on 14 October 2006 4:50 am
So Taguchi? Ya gotta be kidding me, Billy!
Like every other wearer of blue and orange, I was huddled in worry about Big Bad Albert, who'd shown signs of getting his pilot light relit in his seventh-inning battle against Mota. Worried about Albert. Worried about Billy Wagner pitching in a non-save situation. Worried about So Taguchi? […]
by Jason Fry on 13 October 2006 5:57 am
The email came at mid-afternoon: Two tickets for tonight, did I want them?
I nearly broke several fingers replying in the hell-yes affirmative, then fired off a note to Greg. (You never know, he might have been busy tonight or something.) And so it was off to the ballpark for Faith and Fear — a rambling […]
by Jason Fry on 13 October 2006 5:57 am
The email came at mid-afternoon: Two tickets for tonight, did I want them?
I nearly broke several fingers replying in the hell-yes affirmative, then fired off a note to Greg. (You never know, he might have been busy tonight or something.) And so it was off to the ballpark for Faith and Fear — a rambling […]
by Jason Fry on 9 October 2006 3:34 am
The inaugural Faith and Fear in Flushing shirt order has been placed — and soon a big box of shirts will arrive at Jace's house. Yay! Gulp!
Thanks to everybody who said they wanted a shirt. In the next day or so we'll send you all a note asking for a mailing address and telling you […]
by Jason Fry on 9 October 2006 3:34 am
The inaugural Faith and Fear in Flushing shirt order has been placed — and soon a big box of shirts will arrive at Jace's house. Yay! Gulp!
Thanks to everybody who said they wanted a shirt. In the next day or so we'll send you all a note asking for a mailing address and telling you […]
by Jason Fry on 8 October 2006 6:36 am
This* is my wife’s Met shrine at work. More joyous front pages and photos to come. And note the orange flowers in the blue vase, please. I’m happy to say the choice of colors was my handiwork….
*Image missing following blog’s migration to WordPress.
by Jason Fry on 8 October 2006 6:25 am
“All I know is that the only thing they’ll be talking about in the city of New York for the remainder of this season is National League baseball.” — Omar Minaya
Well, no. The Yankees led SportsCenter. Tidings of our doings didn’t even arrive until after the first commercial break. WFAN? Wall-to-wall Yankees. Tomorrow’s back pages? […]
by Jason Fry on 8 October 2006 6:25 am
“All I know is that the only thing they’ll be talking about in the city of New York for the remainder of this season is National League baseball.” — Omar Minaya
Well, no. The Yankees led SportsCenter. Tidings of our doings didn't even arrive until after the first commercial break. WFAN? Wall-to-wall Yankees. Tomorrow's back pages? […]
by Jason Fry on 6 October 2006 6:29 am
Nothing like victory to turn Shea indignities into amusements.
Your co-bloggers and their wives, famous in these precincts for their remarkable patience, took up residence in the upper deck within high-fiving distance of planes leaving La Guardia, and immediately had to marvel at our neighbors to the immediate rear. These guys should have been the subjects […]
by Jason Fry on 6 October 2006 6:29 am
Nothing like victory to turn Shea indignities into amusements.
Your co-bloggers and their wives, famous in these precincts for their remarkable patience, took up residence in the upper deck within high-fiving distance of planes leaving La Guardia, and immediately had to marvel at our neighbors to the immediate rear. These guys should have been the subjects […]
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