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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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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 […]

Day of Our Lives

I looked at Jon Matlack from a Promenade’s distance on Saturday and thought of the Jon Matlack game I inevitably think of when I think of Jon Matlack: the 1-0 loss to Chicago on the final Sunday in 1973, emblematic of tough luck among very good Mets pitchers and a reminder that a 1-0 loss, […]

Say Hey, You Gotta Believe

Having rooted for the Mets for more than a half-century, I’ve developed a pattern that allows me to cope with the possibility of obvious failure transforming eventually into ultimate success. First, there’s no way it will happen. The Mets are losing by a lot, ergo they will lose. Hopes are not gotten up, disappointment is […]

Brett to the Future

“With yet another New York Mets Old Timers Day ahead of us this weekend, we have a lot of the former players in the ballpark tonight, so let’s send it down to our own Eddie Kraus to hear from one of them.”

“Thanks, Steve. I have with me a guy who Mets fans will recognize instantly […]

It’s About Old Time

Lest it get a little lost in free-floating anxiety over the Mets’ recent woes (two consecutive losses and 46 of their last 125), let’s get excited over the return of Old Timers Day. Let’s use an exclamation point to express that excitement!

Old Timers Day! It’s back!

In the spirit of no longer having to campaign for […]

All The Eras

Welcome to the Brett Baty Era of New York Mets baseball. It is fitting that you can’t spell “Bretty Baty” without “era”. After Wednesday night, the same could be said of “Max Scherzer,” “Starling Marte,” “Trevor May,” “Peter Alonso,” “Edwin Orlando Diaz” and “Francisco A. Lindor.” Lindor’s middle name is Miguel, actually, but you can […]

February Makes Us Shiver

This is a nominally festive occasion. Faith and Fear in Flushing turns 17 today. The team we cover recognized this milestone by announcing they will retire No. 17 this season and reinstate Old Timers Day so the authors of this blog will feel right at home.

All that the Mets and their MLB franchise brethren need […]

Welcome to the Vestibule

David Ortiz is in the Hall of Fame, which is great for David Ortiz and, I believe, splendid for baseball. Big Papi was a big star with big numbers who came through in big situations. That’s a Hall of Famer in my mind. Everybody else on the just-revealed Baseball Writers Association of America ballot isn’t […]

Jim Gosger Lives

When I first started identifying as a Mets fan, fifty years ago late this summer, you couldn’t have convinced me the Mets could do wrong. There was no evidence to support the assertion. The Mets mostly won. The rare defeat, such as that experienced by the Mets in Baltimore to open the World Series, was […]

Way To Go

On Saturday afternoon, July 17, 1976, I saw Lloyd Waner hit and Tom Seaver pitch. Same place, different games. Waner appeared in the Old Timers Game at sunny Shea Stadium. At 13, I considered it a hoot that someone from the dusty pages of baseball’s distant past stood in the box and swung the bat, […]