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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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This Glass Is 95% Full

OK, let’s get the whining out of the way first: I want to unreservedly love the new pinstripes, but they annoy me a little.

The Mets were born in the Jet Age. Fatherly Eisenhower had given way to hip, stylish JFK, soon to announce we were going to the Moon. The Mets set up shop in […]

The Lesser Walls of Flushing

So one thing we knew was coming has arrived: Citi Field will shrink next year. The old walls will still be there, but in front of them will be new ones — lower and closer to home plate. They’ll more or less be in the places you read they’d be in, creating dimensions that are […]

The Staggers

What’s happening to the Mets now is cruel, and hard to watch. But perhaps it’s not really unexpected.

Perhaps what was unexpected was the part we liked more — the walking on water, the withstanding injury after injury after injury, the playing scrappy, winning ball for so long. The recent run of misfortune feels like proof […]

Mets 1, New York Times 0

I saw this New York Times piece on my iPad and spent the next couple of hours trying to keep my blood from boiling.

I love the Times, but Jim Luttrell’s post is tone-deaf about Mets fans specifically, baseball fans in general, and ignores the actually interesting currents and tribes of the city in favor of […]

The Death of Maybes

Well, Emily and I had fun for eight innings.

It was a lovely night, we warmed up for the game with my wife’s first-ever visit to Donovan’s (I wouldn’t say it’s the best burger in New York City, but it’s very good — a bar burger executed perfectly), and during the mid innings I got to […]

And So We Came to the End

Nevertheless, we will tire of Carlos Beltran. Let me be the first to welcome him to Flushing and show him the door. Not for at least five years, I hope, but it’ll happen. He or his swing will slow down. The strange breezes and thunderous flight path to LaGuardia will get to him. He won’t […]

Bracing One's Self (Or Trying To)

Nostalgia is a product of dissatisfaction and rage. It’s a settling of grievances between the present and the past.

That’s Don DeLillo, in the great novel White Noise — and a quote that was uncomfortably top of mind as I watched the Mets make outs and drop balls and get whacked around by the Texas Rangers’ […]

Pretty Good Date

On Friday night the Mets looked like a team that had been up all night, which they were. Balls got muffed, the Angels took full advantage, and .500 retreated from view once again. It was predictable, perhaps even understandable, but dispiriting nonetheless.

On Saturday night things were different.

Emily and I were there, sitting in awesome seats […]

We Ain't Half-Bad

OK, actually half-bad is exactly what we are. But compared to what we were not so long ago….

It turns out nothing can stop Dillon Gee except thunder, lightning, lunatic gales and cruel but sensible precautions related to long rain delays and surgically repaired labrums. Our favorite advanced-stats conundrum mowed down the Braves for four innings, […]

That Ken Burns Crap

To be clear, I love Ken Burns — I’m a sucker for every move in his arsenal, from the slow pans of old photos to the sage talking-head in his (or her) study. And I read Bart Giamatti’s invocation of baseball and the seasons at least once a year and wind up sniffling. What I […]