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Greg Prince and Jason Fry
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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What We're Not

When you're a basically solid team without a lot of job openings or questions, spring training is, ideally, all about what you're not. News? Bad. Questions? Generally bad. Particularly any that start with formulations like, “Can the Mets survive…” or “What's Plan B now that…” The absence of questions, beyond banalities such as work visas […]

No Mets in These Either

And I don’t think I ever got Fred Norman. What am I going on about now? Click here.

The Baseball-Card Mines of McCrory's, Lake Grove, N.Y., 1976

If you’ve almost made it to Saturday, then it’s Flashback Friday at Faith and Fear in Flushing.

I don’t know where I got the notion — maybe from a friend or from someone at school or from watching older kids at the five-and-dime — but one day in 1976 I made up my mind: I’m going […]

Getting Ready

Ah, Day One. As my partner noted, it was a bunch of sweet nothing.
I had the game on at work and so was only paying fitful, vague attention — which was fine because this was, after all, a spring-training game.
By now I'm used to this. About 10 years ago, it was different. I remember one […]

The Limits of Prophecy

INT. — AN APARTMENT IN BROOKLYN — AROUND 6 PM ON OCT. 19, 2006.

JASON, an extraordinarily tired-looking man in his late 30s, enters stage left. He is dressed entirely in Met gear. He plops down on a worn couch in front of a coffee table, then quickly gets back up again.
JASON
(muttering and pacing)
Ohmygod, it all […]

A Happy Thought

This is the last weekend without a Mets game for a long, long time.
Ahh. It's February with a big winter storm on the way, but somehow it just got a lot warmer.

Greetings From 88th Street-Boyd Avenue! Wish I Weren't Here!

Good story in the Daily News today about David Wright and HoJo, but what struck me wasn't the friendship between the two, though that was nice to hear about. It was the weave of Mets history: “HoJo took an instant liking to the 19-year-old Wright, even before Wright's agent and ex-Met Keith Miller — also […]

O Captain, My Captain

I'd been hoping this would be the year I fell back in love with spring training, but so far it's not happening.
Spring training's a tease, and a tease that takes way too long to deliver nothing. Sure, that first day of pitchers and catchers is like a beacon from springtime. But it's a beacon from […]

We Should've Quit Right Here

The high point of Met captaincies? Keith Hernandez. The rest? Not so great.

Today in the Land of Daffy Met Pitchers

I love Duaner Sanchez. I'll vote for Pedro anytime he wants to run for anything. And this article by Ben Shpigel is enormously hopeful, though “enormously hopeful” is the norm for February stories about injured pitchers.
(Seriously. When's the last time you read a spring-training story in which the pitcher said, “I'm way behind schedule, instead […]