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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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Maybe the Last Time (I Don’t Know)

A sense of finality hovered over the Mets on Tuesday night. Last series of the proving-ground stretch versus the Dodgers and Giants, a span in which they’ve mostly proven they are almost if not quite completely done contending. Last serious shot, with 38 games to go from a distance of 6½ out of first, to […]

Speaking of Spurts

Perhaps you’ve read of the unique public perception of Howard Cosell at the peak of his fame. He was simultaneously the most popular sports broadcaster of his time and the most unpopular. People loved him. People hated him. People listened when he spoke.

I thought of Mets PA announcer Colin Cosell’s grandfather as I watched Javy […]

Of Henri and Ennui

Pulling into our parking lot from running pre-hurricane errands, around 2 o’clock, I remembered the Mets would be playing at four.

“Damn,” I thought.

By 4 o’clock, I was nonetheless excited when the game came on. It’s Pavlovian. Or Pavlickian, perhaps.

Hurricane prep is underway.

By 7 o’clock, with Brandon Nimmo having garnered three hits of three […]

Making the Final Forty Count

If there’s any solace to be taken from the 2021 Mets’ current status of 60-62 after 122 games — the 122nd of them a 3-2 loss to Walker Buehler and the dark blue Dodgers — beyond every game completed bringing us closer to the 2021 Mets no longer having a current status, it’s that good […]

Highlights Early and Late

For eight innings, the highlight of the Mets’ Wednesday matinee in San Francisco was that I got to watch it as it began. That may sound like a lowlight from the perspective of the Mets’ five previous games/losses, but understand where I was coming from or at least where I was. I had taken my […]

In the Heart of the Night

“A long flight across the night? You know why late flights are good? Because we cease to be earthbound and burdened with practicality. Ask the important question. Talk about the idea nobody has thought about yet. Put it in a different way.”

That was Jed Bartlet aboard Air Force One, somewhere over America, sometime late at […]

The ‘Acceptance’ Stage

Trying to fall asleep between the Dodgers’ dispiriting sweep at Citi Field and the results to come from the impending West Coast trip, I thought about what the Mets need to do in the ensuing seven games. I rarely project beyond “gotta go 1-0 tonight,” but since the season is likely at an inflection point, […]

Scant Ups, Myriad Downs

Taijuan Walker was magnificent until the seventh inning. That was a monumental up. Michael Conforto cracked a go-ahead homer in the fourth. That was an invigorating up. Aaron Loup, Miguel Castro and Seth Lugo were each mighty effective, and those were unqualified ups, until we learned Lugo being up and pitching in the top of […]

Truth to Polar

You can’t, as the saying goes, script baseball. You can’t necessarily script baseball players, either. If you could, I would have tried last Sunday when, at the conclusion of the Mets’ moribund weekend in Philadelphia, Pete Alonso met the press to attempt to explain what the hell was going wrong. Pete, I might have advised […]

One For The Money

This Tuesday night in August was going to be part makeup game, part resumption. The makeup portion was for 2020 when the Princes and the Chasins (that’s me and Stephanie, Ryder and his dad Rob) did not get out to Citi Field because nobody was getting out to Citi Field on any night in any […]