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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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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 […]

Up Close and a Little Bit Personal

Hey, why don’t they make the whole pitching staff out of Nolan McLean?

Statistically, McLean’s start Tuesday night against the Tigers was the least of the four he’s made so far in his very young career. But it might have been the most impressive for all that. McLean reported for duty having trouble landing his curveball […]

Grin and Grimace

I didn’t expect a giddy stretch related to the 2024 Mets, and yet here we are.

I was playing mini-golf and eating ice cream, meaning I was late to my assigned duties (sorry not sorry) and yet was only mildly surprised to find it was Forces of Good 7, Defending But Currently Not So Hot World […]

We Good?

I met one of MY FAVORITE SEASONS, FROM LEAST FAVORITE TO MOST FAVORITE, 1969-PRESENT on the street last night. It seemed so glad to see me, I just smiled. And we talked about some old times, and we drank ourselves some beers. Still Metsie after all these years.

Actually, that’s Paul Simon’s version of events. Here’s […]

The Only Flag Available

Of all the key offseason hires approved by Steve Cohen, I haven’t seen the name Florian Cloud de Bounevialle O’Malley Armstrong appointed as Senior Vice President, Strategic Planning, or whatever title would imply a person has been brought in to help the Mets figure out what to do next. No wonder she’s not in Flushing, […]

So That Was a Lot

Some days can’t possibly be summed up by one post. So consider this one just the start of a conversation that kicks off tonight but will go on in some form for years.

The Mets traded pretty much everybody. Justin Verlander went back to the Astros, where — as I semi-seriously predicted — he’ll now face […]

The Conversation

Having ten days earlier properly commemorated the 50th anniversary of making Flushing my recurring personal destination, I opened my second half-century of going to Mets games Sunday afternoon by taking a left field Promenade Box eye’s view of The Great Justin Verlander proving effective enough to a) quell the Washington Nationals by a score of […]

Adventures on the Bell Curve

So now we know how Max Scherzer‘s conversation with the brass went — it turned out to be an exit interview, as Scherzer is on his way to the Rangers (along with $35.5 million through next year) in return for Luisangel Acuna, whom you probably didn’t know is the younger brother of Ronald Acuna Jr. […]

The Second Day of the Rest of Whatever This Is

It’s not quite Max Flack and Cliff Heathcote switching teams between games of a doubleheader, but spare a moment of consideration for David Robertson, who was a Met when it started raining and a Marlin when it stopped.

That’s a strange one.

A strange one, but probably not the only oddity heading our way: There was a […]

How Do I Get to Be a Midseason Acquisition?

The Earth keeps going around the sun; the Mets keep going in circles.

On Sunday night they dropped the rubber game of their series with the Red Sox in numbingly familiar fashion: no hitting, bad pitching, bad defense. To which we might add that they looked torpid and useless, trudging around morosely while being dismantled by […]