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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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Roll Over

That was it? That was the vaunted “roll” we waited to get on for 4-1/2 months? Nine of eleven against three certifiably lousy teams and one that's roughly our peer? Now it's over?

That ain't gonna cut it. Neither is the new math, the one in which we have now lost five of six. It's a […]

Flashback Friday: 1980

The year was 1980. I was 17 years old.

I learned the truth at 17.

I learned that advertising slogans are come-ons, not guarantees. I learned that a few dozen wins in the middle of summer does not mean a pennant is in the offing. I learned that every promising story doesn’t have a happy ending, just […]

Expanding Our Roster

Editor's Note: As you are probably aware, baseball blogs can expand their rosters beginning September 1. We at Faith and Fear in Flushing have called up Dodd, a young blogger with great stuff, for the stretch drive. He's a little raw, but we hope you enjoy his debut.

The Mets suck.

The Mets totally suck.

I'm serious. I […]

Keep Me Up 'Til September Ends

I heard Pedro after the game talk about the mistakes he threw. If he's big enough to own up to his, I'll own up to mine.

1) I wore MARTINEZ 45 to Shea. It was the third time I've worn it this season. The Mets are 0-3 when I've done that. In retrospect, I figure I […]

Explosions! The Earth Is Moving!

Is that an earthquake?

No, it's Ramon!

Fans of Romy & Michele's High School Reunion, which include my six-pack partner and myself, will recognize the above line and may have very well applied it to the eighth inning Tuesday night. Laurie and I have been tossing it back and forth all season every time our backup catcher […]

Don't Be Silly, Let's Beat Philly

There's one silly story going around that's getting loads of attention and one fascinating story that should be obvious but has gone generally unreported.

The silly story regards Steve Trachsel and his place in the rotation. Oh yawn. Please, Steve, you couldn't be any more boring if you tried. And goodness knows you've tried.

You pitched a […]

Take Off Your Rainbow Shades

The San Francisco Giants can go wait by the curb with the Brewers and the Royals (not our direct concern, but all of humanity was let down by those bargain-basement bumblers Saturday) and the rest of Sunday's baseball detritus. They lose two of three to the Phillies but beat us two of three? Some nerve. […]

Schmidt Happens

Ehh. Sometimes you get beat by a good pitcher. Believe me when I say that the following…

BOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!

…is intended to help finish the road trip on a good note, not a recrimination for Saturday's 2-1 loss. You didn't expect the Mets winning streak to reach infinity, did you?

Did you?

Good news is Philly lost, so it's still […]

The Emancipation of Stevie

You an SCTV fan? If you are, then you’ll remember Monster Chiller Horror Theater, hosted by Count Floyd, Joe Flaherty’s version of every low-rent Friday night sci-fi filmfest emcee in every local market. What made it all the more resonant was that in its heyday, SCTV aired Friday nights at 12:30 on NBC (and is […]

Flashback Friday: 1975

The year was 1975. I was 12 years old.

The world was full of possibilities. I graduated from elementary school and was heading for junior high. I wriggled out of an involuntary tour of duty at Camp Avnet, the last time I’d be bothered with that thing of childhood, and was left to my own devices […]