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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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He Got Us

Many a Met could echo the official team ditty and implore us to hurry up and come on down to meet them as they’ve attempted to be really socking that ball, hitting those home runs over the wall. But only one in recent years had accrued the moral authority to lay on the line what […]

Hall of More, Please

A more consistently robust, perhaps less finicky team Hall of Fame — the kind of institution that steps to the forefront with some regularity before mysteriously fading from view between releasing its intermittent puffs of orange and blue smoke — would have already included the three members the Mets recently announced as their 2026 inductees. […]

Opting for the Fun of It

Pete Alonso didn’t hesitate after the final frustrating game of a frustrating season ultimately torpedoed by frustrating losses. He was asked if he planned to exercise the opt-out clause in his contract in order to test the open market, and he said yes. Edwin Diaz wasn’t quite so quick on the withdraw; he’d have to […]

A Month of Diners and Dodgers

The Mets didn’t play ball in October, and I learned to be OK with that, despite dedicating my waking hours from late March through late September to their ultimately insufficient quest to play ball in October. Maturity being what it is, I grew distant enough from the grating, granular shortfalls of the 2025 season to […]

A Night in the Huckle Rabbit Hole

Offseason’s greetings everyone!

Hope you enjoyed the World Series, and aren’t too anxious yet about who will be next to employ Pete Alonso, Edwin Diaz or both. There’ll be time for that, promise.

For now, something to fill an hour very pleasantly: Welcome, Josh Levin, to the Wilbur Huckle Appreciation Society!

Twelve years ago — the night Dom […]

Expansion Clubs of a Feather

Symptomatic of the proliferation of Interleague scheduling, the Mets opened their home season against the Toronto Blue Jays this past April, winning three straight. It was fun in the moment, even if the moment didn’t portend anything special for the 2025 Mets in the long run. It also didn’t indicate there were any obstacles the […]

Metsless October

The first week without Mets was predictably bumpy. The first week usually is, because life’s essential rhythm has been massively disrupted. There goes early evening’s certainty. There goes first pitch at 7:10. This year, there went the playoffs. Playoff time is already disruptive vis-à-vis established rhythms, because games start whenever TV says they start, and […]

Sometimes You See the Dismissal

To paraphrase Henry Blake attempting to console Hawkeye Pierce in “Sometimes You Hear the Bullet,” the early episode of M*A*S*H in which Hawkeye grapples with the combat death of an old friend, there are certain rules about a baseball season that doesn’t meet its high expectations.

Rule number one is coaches get tossed aside.

Rule number two […]

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 […]