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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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Stupid Real Life

Being a fan is inherently ridiculous.

Two weeks ago we were collectively rending our garments because the Mets were painful to watch and we were killing time waiting to a) see what they got for every upright body at the trade deadline; and b) complain about seeing Pete Alonso in the togs of the Mariners/Cubs/Giants/What-Have-Yous.

Then came […]

The Answer Men

For a team that has posted six walkoff wins to date, it’s not a bottom of the ninth or eleventh that ranks as the Mets’ most satisfying half-inning of the year (and it’s certainly not a tenth; the Mets are 0-6 in ten-inning games). We have to hand this highly specific honor to the bottom […]

Never Mind the Previous 144 Minutes

Mets Classics showrunner, slow your roll.

Thursday night’s game against the Marlins ended on a blissful note, but said blissful note was first heard and completed in the very last minute of the game. The previous 144 minutes? They were nonstop squealing and blatting, a baseball cacophony alternately dull and unpleasant to the ears.

The Mets didn’t […]

The Rarely Explored Sea of Tranquility

It’s gonna get away, you tell yourself when an early 2-0 lead becomes a 2-2 tie. When the lead is rebuilt to 5-2, you figure maybe — maybe — the scenario developing won’t be worst-case. Then instead of remaining 5-2, the lead shrinks to 5-4, and you can sense where this is going. Yet when […]

Traveling Disaster

Back in the offseason, my mental calendar had a circle drawn around June 8-9: Mets in London!

A trip could be fun, particularly if Emily and I convinced our Phillies-fan friends to join us. That plan got kicked around with vague seriousness for a while, was downgraded to maybe and then died a quiet death before […]

Solid as a Slightly Squishy Rock

A relatively stress-free win in which the Mets executed most facets of the sport at a higher level than their opponent for nine innings…was that too much to ask for?

It was not.

The Mets defeated an amorphous blob of unrefined talent better known as the Washington National Tuesday night, 6-3. They didn’t have to accidentally stumble […]

We Got Back to Him

The alchemy of desperation works in mysterious ways. The Mets…

say their murky goodbye to Jorge Lopez;

have an accountability meeting;

decide they can do better for part-time catching and hitting with Luis Torrens than they any longer will with Omar Narváez;

opt to provide regular reps for Christian Scott at Syracuse rather than let the rookie’s momentum stall […]

Paralleled Joy

John Olerud was at Citi Field for the Mets game on the fourth Sunday in May, just as he was at Shea Stadium for the Mets game on the fourth Sunday in May a quarter-century before…though “just as” might be a stretch. In 2024, Olerud was a visitor, sitting in the stands, brought to the […]

Chasing Something

When the Mets are behind, Keith Raad likes to convey the score to those of us listening on the radio or some radio-adjacent audio product by informing us that they’re chasing whatever the deficit is.

It’s a perfectly fine way to go about one’s business, and Raad has been a good addition to the narrator ranks. […]

Bad Ideas Upon Bad Ideas

I’d like to put 6:10 pm start times on the list of things that I thought would be good, or at least novel, and turned out to be terrible.

First off, I completely forgot. I was doing something non-baseball-related, noted it was around 6:35 pm, and reflexively went back to what I was doing, because 6:35 […]