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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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Happens Every Spring

It happens every spring: A Mets loss arrives and then departs eliciting no reaction beyond a vaguely affronted shrug. A loss — striking in a new season where you still remember every twist of every game, but soon to fade into anonymity, becoming part of the blur of series and road trips and homestands and […]

The Occasional Abeyance of Annoyance

Bo Bichette knows baseball pretty well, having played a lot of it — and seeing a bunch more before he did that professionally, what with being the child of a fairly renowned big leaguer. So he knows perfectly well that baseball is unpredictable, maddening and shot through with ironies big and small.

Like my blog partner, […]

One Bleeping Run

When watching television, I sit on the audience-left side of our living room sectional, which means it’s my right arm that flexes out at the end of a particularly frustrating Mets loss, and the side of my right fist that instinctively punches the nearest cushion. Disgust thus manifested, I can move along to my cooling-off […]

Mild to Wild

Opening Day brought balmy temperatures, runs a-plenty and good vibes. Most of Game 2, which arrived separated from Game 1 by the usual “rainouts happen” off-day, was the opposite: It was freezing, big hits were conspicuous in their absence, and the vibes were meh with a side of muttery.

David Peterson was very David Peterson: mostly […]

Summer Breeze

Did I hear him correctly? Did I hear Carson Benge, in the wake of his smashing major league debut at Citi Field, tell a friendly interlocutor that ”I want to keep playing here forever”? Don’t toy with us, kid. Because if you’re serious, we’re in the smitten state of mind to take you up on […]

One Met Left After Another

Once the Oscars have finished doing what they do, the curtain goes up on Faith and Fear in Flushing’s salute to the Mets who have left us — in the baseball sense — over the past year. This is the twentieth annual edition of our tribute to those stars, characters, and bit players who have […]

First Time in a Very Long Time

By the time 2026 rolled around I had a long-established relationship with spring training: I’d put the first televised game on my calendar, watch the initial 20 minutes with avid interest, watch the next 20 with vague attention, and then either be looking at my phone or asleep. And after that I’d wait for the […]

A Springtime Ramble

It’s the time of the year meant for looking ahead. To Carson Benge not being Don Bosch. To Vidal Bruján and Mike Tauchman potentially making themselves more useful than Bill Pecota. To Nolan McLean overcoming vertigo-like symptoms so he can pitch in the WBC, then not getting hurt in the WBC (which goes for all […]

As Yet Unanswerable Questions

“Say, the new baseball season is coming.”
“Yeah, I guess it is. I’m not quite the diehard I used to be, but I’d like to catch up with what’s going with my favorite baseball team, the New York Mets.”
“In that case, I think it’s important that we establish some fundamentals about the Mets.”
“Fundamentals? Like what?”
“For example, […]

Old Enough to Drink

Faith and Fear in Flushing celebrates its 21st birthday today, making this the blog that’s legally old enough to drink. And what better way to toast such a milestone than with a lyrical tribute that would seem at home in any saloon situated within the 11368 ZIP Code?

Based strongly on the genius Stephen Sondheim committed […]