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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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Long Shot

When their season began, they were nobody. When it ended, they were somebody. If it’s the first Friday of the month, then we’re remembering them in this special 1997 edition of Flashback Friday at Faith and Fear in Flushing.

Ten years, seven Fridays. This is one of them.

My beloved 1997 season, the one few besides […]

The Braves All Did What They Could Do

In Birmingham, I once heard tell, they love the governor, while in the South in general, they love their college football. So in deference to Atlanta's most popular team, the Ramblin' Wreck from Georgia Tech, I'm calling an audible.

See, I was just about to write something to the effect of well, it's too bad we […]

Go Figure

For those of you keeping score at home, the Mets were 5 games ahead of the Phillies after the games of August 27 and they are 5 games ahead of the Phillies after the games of September 4. Both teams went 5-3 in the intervening week and a day.

Hence, nothing happened, right?

Wow does baseball make […]

Conditional Apology to the Jerk Who May Know Norris Hopper

Some of you may remember the mental anguish I and my compatriots in loge experienced at the vocal stylings of the Norris Hopper guy. To refresh your memory, he was…

“…a fellow in a white tank top, the kind of garment unfortunately nicknamed for one who would abuse one's spouse. He has many tattoos. He is […]

Glory Day

I’d had a vague plan to go see the Glory Days exhibit at the Museum of the City of New York today. It’s been on my to-do list since before it opened and it’s right up (or, technically, across town from) my alley.

But then I learned Pedro Martinez would be starting in Cincinnati. That’s enough […]

Departed Park, Better Braves

An evening at Miller Park awaits, but Faith and Fear first stops outside to pay homage to dear, departed County Stadium, home to the 1957 World Champion Milwaukee Braves, an outfit that accomplished what the currently located Braves could not manage when called upon: defeat an unsavory New York unit in the World Series. Perhaps it […]

May The Mets Be With You

“Don't give me pills! I already have plenty!

“This is not pills. Read it!”

“It says, 'Take a vacation from my problems.'”

“I give you permission to take a vacation from your problems.”

“Not a vacation from your work, not a vacation from daily life…”

“But a vacation from my problems.”

“Exactly!”

—Dr. Leo Marvin's prescription for Bob Wiley, What About Bob?

It […]

Luckless, Blameless, Playoffless

Layered into the manifold embarrassment of growing up nonathletic was gym class and the indignity — the season or sport didn't matter — of being picked last or close to it. In my case, there was usually someone considered slightly more pathetic than me so I didn't necessarily go down as Mr. Irrelevant, but being […]

Everything You Hoped It'd Be

If it’s the final Friday of the month, then it’s the eighth installment of the special Top 10 Songs of All-Time edition of Flashback Friday at Faith and Fear in Flushing.

Toward the end of the 1995 season, I found myself unusually enchanted by the Mets. It could have been their smiles, their personalities, their promise.

Or […]