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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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Crash From Grace

“This summer, the Mets suffered so many difficult, late defeats in close games that no one on the team, surely, could have escaped the chilling interior doubt — the doubt that kills — whispering that their courage and brilliance last summer had been an illusion all the time, had been nothing but luck.”
—Roger Angell, in […]

Beyond Game 161

What is it with the Mets, the Marlins and Game 161s? (Games 161? Anyway.)

I’m generally allergic to tidy narratives, but this one was undeniable: John Maine in 2007, Johan Santana in 2008 … and now Clay Holmes in 2025.

No, Holmes didn’t go all the way. But that’s nitpicking — he’s a converted reliever who’s way […]

No Good Answer, Obviously

As a connoisseur of postgame media scrums, I recognize a no-win question when I hear it. No-win questions are asked after brutal losses that carry almost definitive consequences. It almost doesn’t matter how the question is answered. The question just has to be asked.

The no-win question that was asked of Carlos Mendoza following the Mets’ […]

Survival Is the Only Thing

Here’s an interesting exercise: consider how we would have assessed Thursday’s Mets-Cubs finale if it had come in June, or even mid-August.

I probably would have led with an acknowledgment of how much Brett Baty has grown as a player, on both sides of the ball. Baty’s three-run homer off Shota Imanaga in the third made […]

Macrocosmic Mets

So often tempted to refer to any given Met loss as a “microcosm” of the portion of the season that has been defined by the club’s long, gradual decline from surefire playoff participant to accidental late-September survivor, I wondered if the bigger picture from which microcosm is derived is technically referred to as a “cosm”. […]

Another Day to Try and Change Our Minds

In the bottom of the fourth, the Cubs tacked on a run when Pete Alonso couldn’t get properly set to take a Jeff McNeil throw from second. The error properly belonged to Pete but went on McNeil’s ledger, becoming his second miscue in as many plays.

More importantly, it made the score 6-1 Cubs, with what […]

Good Peripherals

Sunday’s victories were small, specific, and personal. Taking the train in from a different station and everything clicking as a result. Passing through the gate unaccosted and being handed the day’s “first 15,000” premium. Instigating several pregame encounters with total strangers, reminding me fans at a ballpark share a special bond when we start our […]

Destiny’s Orphans

Having had them imposed on the game we love for only four seasons, we National League fans remain mostly unfamiliar with the behavior of designated hitters during games. We know they come to bat once per order, but unlike their teammates in the lineup, they disappear from our view and our thoughts until they stroll […]

Sorry Chipmunks, We're Going With Defiance Tonight

Defiance isn’t really in our wheelhouse as Mets fans.

Hope? Sure. The sunny version sometimes, though generally that’s only seen in the abstract. Stubborn, scared, trampled but still inexhaustible hope? Now we’re talking — whenever Tug McGraw‘s famous YA GOTTA BELIEVE is invoked, I hear not just the hope but also the desperation — the burden […]

Peeking Around Corners

There was a midweek day game peeking out at me from behind a corner. That’s usually how I peek in at midweek day games. The TV in my office isn’t something I can watch full-on directly from my desk; thanks to the modern-enough set’s placement inside an ancient, undersized “entertainment center,” I can only be […]