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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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Slouching Towards September

At one end of the rickety Passarelle Boardwalk, the US Open was just getting going. I shared my LIRR train from Woodside with people who were far too clean, fit, and stylish to be going to the other end of those dubious planks. Not exactly a slobs versus snobs scenario, but our differences were palpable. […]

Déjà Vague All Over Again

On Saturday afternoon, Nolan McLean was pretty darn beautiful, with an array of hitters and fielders supporting him in his attractiveness. Nolan went seven, giving up just a first-inning run. Juan Soto returned with a big RBI single. Jared Young — the Jonathan Pintaro or perhaps Daniel Duarte of the starting lineup — quietly chipped […]

Another Day Off the Calendar

The letters from Uncle Andy’s Baseball Camp have taken a gloomy turn.

Christian Scott looked terrific dueling Hunter Brown — at least until the sixth, when Scott ran out of gas without the warning light coming on, losing the strike zone with head-snapping speed and, as it would turn out, losing the game. Scott’s year has […]

Here We Are Again in Sag City

The Mets, who’d looked so plucky since the trade deadline, seem to have settled back into their extended sag.

On Thursday night nothing went right: Sean Manaea was horrid, getting tattooed by the Brewers and adding insult to his own injury by alligator-arming a throw to first, giving Jackson Chourio an extra out which he turned […]

Taking Stock

The good part of Wednesday night’s game? It was Faith and Fear reunited for the first time since the 2024 postseason, sitting together waaaaay up in the seats where you duck your head to avoid the bellies of planes. We had a grand time taking stock of Andy Green, the Mets’ future prospects, retired numbers, […]

A Night for Icons

Tuesday night at Citi Field was a game for icons. Dolly Parton’s music played to seemingly unanimous approval, one of those ballpark as public square moments that reminds a person that when something or somebody needs to be commemorated or celebrated — even if the subject isn’t baseball — a ballpark is the place to […]

Welcome to Uncle Andy's Baseball Camp

An oddity as this odd Mets season winds down is that I have remind myself Andy Green‘s top priority isn’t winning games. That’s always welcome, but not job one — job one is to conduct a quasi-instructional camp, in which new guys and new situations get tried out to see what might work in some […]

Great Games Can Have Crummy Endings

I’ll grant you that we’re grading the post-deadline 2026 Mets on the curve, but still: Aside from the ending, that was a fine way to spend an afternoon.

You had Nolan McLean, with the movement on his pitches baffling the White Sox and sometimes McLean himself. I’m pretty sure what he did to Andrew Benintendi with […]

Somebody Else’s Old Friend

I wasn’t wishing any ill will toward Huascar Brazobán when he came into Saturday night’s game to face his former team, beyond hoping his former team would rough him up gently.

It was the seventh inning of a game the Mets were leading, 7-5, an evening pervaded by the sense that this game could be going […]

This Only Pinched

For most of my life, my relationship to needles has been a matter of bracing for the absolute worst and reacting to them as if they definitely are. Once in a while, if a medical professional is coming at my anatomy in a spot where I’m not used to it, I will still yelp and […]