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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 28 September 2006 6:10 am
After 18+ months of this blog thing, we've finally decided to do it: We're offering Faith and Fear in Flushing t-shirts.
See a photo here. This is just a rendering, but I used this particular t-shirt company (CustomInk) for some Mookie Wilson t-shirts I made a couple of years back, and the finished product was […]
by Jason Fry on 28 September 2006 6:10 am
After 18+ months of this blog thing, we've finally decided to do it: We're offering Faith and Fear in Flushing t-shirts.
See a photo here. This is just a rendering, but I used this particular t-shirt company (CustomInk) for some Mookie Wilson t-shirts I made a couple of years back, and the finished product was slick.
Here's […]
by Jason Fry on 28 September 2006 12:32 am
I live about a quarter of a mile from the Brooklyn Bridge. Which is handy, because I'm heading out to jump off of it.
I mean…crap. Are we sure the Phillies can't catch us?
Oh yeah: Greg, you can have my stuff.
by Jason Fry on 28 September 2006 12:32 am
I live about a quarter of a mile from the Brooklyn Bridge. Which is handy, because I'm heading out to jump off of it.
I mean…crap. Are we sure the Phillies can't catch us?
Oh yeah: Greg, you can have my stuff.
by Jason Fry on 26 September 2006 4:42 am
Tonight didn't matter. This string of flat, lifeless baseball games doesn't matter. Unless it does, of course.
It shouldn't. This is a well-rounded club with the right mix of wily, experienced vets, happy-go-lucky kids and hungry guys in between, led by an experienced coaching staff and an even-keeled manager whom guys respect and play hard for. […]
by Jason Fry on 26 September 2006 4:42 am
Tonight didn't matter. This string of flat, lifeless baseball games doesn't matter. Unless it does, of course.
It shouldn't. This is a well-rounded club with the right mix of wily, experienced vets, happy-go-lucky kids and hungry guys in between, led by an experienced coaching staff and an even-keeled manager whom guys respect and play hard for. […]
by Jason Fry on 22 September 2006 3:15 am
Emily and I go out every Saturday night. Every so often, there's a Saturday night game. Every so often, we decide one of these Saturday night games is a must-see: It's Mets-Yankees, or it's a big game against the Braves, or it's an attempt at clinching. So we wind up in a bar or a […]
by Jason Fry on 22 September 2006 3:15 am
Emily and I go out every Saturday night. Every so often, there's a Saturday night game. Every so often, we decide one of these Saturday night games is a must-see: It's Mets-Yankees, or it's a big game against the Braves, or it's an attempt at clinching. So we wind up in a bar or a […]
by Jason Fry on 20 September 2006 5:30 am
Took the day off from work, largely so I could lie around the house being tired but happy. The Mets’ starting lineup did too — Emily and Joshua and I came back from dinner to find it was 2-0 Marlins, with Michael Tucker at the plate and nobody out. Tucker got a hit, Chris Woodward […]
by Jason Fry on 20 September 2006 5:30 am
Took the day off from work, largely so I could lie around the house being tired but happy. The Mets' starting lineup did too — Emily and Joshua and I came back from dinner to find it was 2-0 Marlins, with Michael Tucker at the plate and nobody out. Tucker got a hit, Chris Woodward […]
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