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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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Best Ant Farm Ever!

There are seats up there in Citi Field below and a little beyond the retired numbers. I confess I never really registered that they were there before — I’m usually looking at those big pinstriped circles, with my mind’s eye off somewhere along memory lane.

Those seats have a lovely view, too — LaGuardia’s new Terminal […]

Triple-A Slugging

Agee and Aspromonte. Alfonzo and Agbayani. Alou (Moises) and Anderson (Marlon). The possibility that two Mets whose last names began with an ‘A’ could each produce an HR in the same game has intermittently existed over the decades. I have confirmed Bob Aspromonte and Tommie Agee indeed went deep in tandem on May 18, 1971, […]

All the Fun Dudes

Has there ever been a Mets team that has had this much fun winning? Of course there’s been. From the first Mets team to post a winning record, in 1969, to the most recent Mets team prior to the current edition that did so, in 2022, they all had themselves a blast in the process […]

The Asterisk of Heartbreak

A couple of things I’ve finally figured out about pitchers in recent years of fandom:

Their game logs are portraits of ebb and flow, and you assume the worst (or the best) at your peril. Jose Quintana looked like a prime candidate for “I’ll drive that guy to the airport myself” earlier this summer; his last […]

The Eras Tour

I decided to go into the hot take business on May 30. It wasn’t all that hot a take, actually. What I removed from the oven of projection and prediction seemed pretty obvious and therefore lukewarm as regarded a team with a record of 22-33 and a DFA-bound reliever who had just flung his glove […]

The First 6.25%

When they announce the next year’s baseball schedule I take a look, because how can’t you? But after a couple of glances — When’s the home opener? How many times do we go to the West Coast? — I go back to whatever I was doing. The dates are far off, you have no idea […]

Thought Process No Longer Valid

So, what do I lead with when this no-hitter is over? Bob Moose in 1969? Max Scherzer in 2015? Proof that a no-hitter thrown at the Mets late in a season doesn’t necessarily preclude that season from having a successful (maybe Amazin’ly successful) postseason? That’s a tough sell. I know it’s true, but when the […]

Thanks for Calling

“Welcome back to Mets Talk. Caller, you’re on.”

“Yeah, hi. The Mets have to do better than they did Tuesday night in Toronto.”
“You’re absolutely right. Thanks for calling. Our next caller…”

“Um, yeah, long-time listener, first-time caller.”
“Great. What would you like to talk about?”
“I’m really sorry the Mets lost, 6-2, to the Blue Jays.”
“Me, too. Thanks for […]

Smooch the Ugly Ones Too

Baseball, I’ve long insisted, is humanity’s acme of artistic expression. But that’s not to say every game is a work of art.

Whatever that was that the Mets and Blue Jays foisted on us tonight would definitely not qualify. It was a mess, with Tylor Megill mowing down anonymous Blue Jay recruits (and a morose-looking Vladimir […]

For Eddie

Ed Kranepool has passed away at the age of 79, though I don’t see how that’s possible. I’ve always considered Eddie Kranepool the closest thing there was to immortal our world. He was with us from just about the very beginning, and, as far as I was concerned, he was going to be around forever. […]