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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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When The Heart Rules The Mind

Welcome to a special Saturday edition of Flashback Friday, a weekly feature devoted to the 20th anniversary of the 1986 World Champion New York Mets.

Twenty years, 43 Fridays. This, give or take a day, is one of them.

I woke up Friday morning feeling as if Mike Scott had scuffed my insides. The only thing […]

Storylines, If Not Actual Stories

Toe? Toe? How are you, toe?

¿Cómo está, dedo?

It's hard to think of anything else, what with one tiny fraction of a pitcher playing the biggest role imaginable in a Met spring training since Doc Gooden's nose inhaled a repeat in 1987. This whole thing is beginning to sound like Trachsel's back a year ago and […]

How Old Is Julio Franco?

Julio Franco, who reported to camp with the 2006 Mets yesterday, is so old that when he heard the Mets would open against Washington, he dreaded the thought of facing Walter Johnson.

Julio Franco is so old that when he learned the Mets would be going to RFK, he said, “Count me out, I'm sticking with […]

Woke Up, It Was a Pelfrey Morning

The rites of spring are in full swing, everybody kind of having the same story, all our hopes being raised by the same scant evidence, all our lives being ruled by one particular toe.

I'm not going to worry about Pedro's little piggy. Can't do it. It's too big a stumbling block to our well-being. We […]

Sanctify Yourself

Welcome to Flashback Friday, a weekly feature devoted to the 20th anniversary of the 1986 World Champion New York Mets.

Twenty years, 43 Fridays. This is one of them.

One of the reasons it’s helpful to write something reasonably soon after you think of it is there’s a chance somebody else will come up with the […]

What Really Happens When Pitchers Report

“Welcome gentlemen to New York Mets spring training for pitchers and catchers. We have already checked in Lo Duca comma Paul, Castro comma Ramon and the many other catchers we are going to require so each of you pitchers can display to us what you are made of. Please form a line, single file, and […]

This Thing Of Ours

Fifty-two weeks ago today, you said this and I said that, and we were rolling.

And Mettily, we roll along.

Tomorrow marks the one-year anniversary of the birth of Faith and Fear in Flushing, coinciding conveniently with the reportage of pitchers, catchers and various uniformed authority figures to right where they belong, on a baseball field; David […]

Valentines Day (Plural)

On February 2, 2002, Stephanie and I visited Bobby V’s restaurant in Corona. Our hope was that by showing up on a sleepy Saturday before spring training, we would bump into the eatery’s star attraction. And we did. The man whose name was on the door and whose face was on the menu couldn’t have […]

Bobby's Day

Time's propensity to march on leaves so much in the dust. People and issues that we focus immense amounts of energy on matter less and less until they matter not at all. They become history. History's a blast, but it's not the same as being vital in the here and now.

Hence, it comes as a […]

Snow Blows

Well, at least your recurring gripe that it's warm enough to play ball so let's play ball is inoperable this morning.

Just looking for the silver lining inside the blizzard.

Snow on a Sunday morning, especially so close to moundsmen & receivers, takes me back to April 9, 2000. We were going to that game to get […]