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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 Greg Prince on 17 March 2007 8:46 pm
The second day of March Metness proceeded with its usual mix of the expected and the unexpected. Let’s just say some brackets are already looking better than others after completion of the first phase of the Don Aase Round.
Here’s who played Friday and who will still be playing Sunday for the right to go on […]
by Greg Prince on 16 March 2007 10:32 pm
Cinderella tried on her slippers, bracketbusters saw their shadows and the action was fast and furious on the first full day of March Metness Thursday. Sixteen games, four in each region, were played, setting the matchups for Saturday that will determine half of the Rick Sweet 16.
Friday will see the rest of the Don Aase […]
by Greg Prince on 16 March 2007 4:24 pm
If the meaningless games in March take on occasionally deeper meaning, then it must be Flashback Friday at Faith and Fear in Flushing.
“The baseball exhibition! The baseball exhibition!”
That was my roommate talking. He didn’t know anything about baseball, but he knew that the proper phrase was “exhibition game,” a nugget that had thus far eluded […]
by Jason Fry on 16 March 2007 3:06 am
It seems amazing that our little blog can already have traditions, but here we are at the third annual edition of Spring Training Central Casting, in which players from the 2007 edition of Port St. Lucie are assigned to the unchaning roles that await players in every camp every year. (If you're feeling historically minded, […]
by Greg Prince on 14 March 2007 10:01 pm
Listened to a bit of the Mets and Detroit via the Tiger radio network on XM (why doesn’t SNY do road games in spring — don’t they have a long enough cord?). It’s always a touch jarring to hear others talk about you, even talk about themselves when they’re talking about those who used to […]
by Greg Prince on 11 March 2007 11:37 pm
It’s always a controversial process and there’s always going to be somebody who’s dissatisfied, but the March Metness selection committee has made its picks and seeded the entries. Now it’s time to unveil the brackets that will play out over these next three weekends until we have a champion.
The goal, as always, is to see […]
by Greg Prince on 10 March 2007 10:34 pm
It’s spring ahead, fall back tonight at 2 AM, so in honor of the clocks jerking forward three weeks earlier than necessary, I suppose it’s time to take Spring Training a little more seriously.
The Mets have just allowed their pretend record to dip to 3-8 with an irritating-sounding loss to the Nationals. It may have […]
by Greg Prince on 10 March 2007 12:21 am
If Joan Hodges is stepping to the podium in Cooperstown this summer, it would be justice. At the very least, it’s Flashback Friday at Faith and Fear in Flushing.
Thank you Commissioner Selig, members of the board of the Hall of Fame, all of the Hall of Famers here today and all of you who made […]
by Jason Fry on 9 March 2007 5:53 am
Last night, after Varsity Letters, a few of us blogger types were sitting around drinking beer and talking baseball, and the conversation came around to baseball names. And the one that I found myself groping for was Stubby Clapp — not for anything fabulous he did (5 for 25 as a 2001 St. Louis Cardinal), […]
by Greg Prince on 8 March 2007 3:15 pm
The year was 2007. I was old.
I didn’t think I required confirmation of that biological fact, 44 residing securely as it does in what is commonly described as middle age, but I seemed to have received a reminder last night. Nothing creaked, at least not more than usual. And nobody said anything, but as sure […]
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