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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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Two Mounds, One Hill

After giving injury rehab his best shot among a flock of Toronto Blue Jay minor leaguers, native Ontarian and lifelong Cincinnati Red Joey Votto announced his retirement on August 22. Johnny Cueto, who made his season debut one day earlier for the Angels, pitched exactly once more in L.A. of A garb. The Halos considered […]

Our Time in Eden

These days…

I’m tempted to offer no notes on what feels, now that it’s been put in the books, like a perfect win. The Mets never trailed. When the score grew close, the Mets added on eventually. When the score grew close again, the Mets prevented it from becoming even — then added on immediately. The […]

Weekend Spa Treatment

Without knowing what they paid, I’d say the Mets got an excellent rate on their weekend spa treatment. They’ve rarely entered a Monday appearing more relaxed and ready to face whatever awaits them. In this case, it’s a playoff chase in September.

The 2024 White Sox will make anybody look and feel fantastic. The 2024 White […]

Couldn’t Lose, Didn’t Lose

The authors of this book are drawn to baseball’s great losers. Not to individuals, but to entire teams. We prefer our calamities as the product of collective effort, a shared culpability not unlike Watergate. […] Besides, to err is human, to screw up royally requires a team effort.
—George Robinson & Charles Salzberg, On A Clear […]

Faith in Flushing Affirmed

I liked it better when ballplayers talked about “turning the page” on bad days. Sometime in the past decade or so, turning the page morphed into flushing, and not the charming village in Queens whose northwestern edge we know so well. “You gotta flush it” became the page-turning mantra of choice. Maybe nobody reads printed […]

Somebody’s Gotta Finish Seventh

After their 131st game, the 2024 New York Mets accomplished something Sunday they hadn’t managed to do after their previous 130: they posted their first Unique Record of the year. With their loss to the Padres, they appear in the standings at 68-63. No Mets team has ever been 68-63 after 131 games.

I can’t say […]

Eyes Wise Shut

I hung in through six grisly innings from San Diego. I nodded off in the seventh. I awoke in the eighth. “Is there any point to staying up for the rest of this?” I asked my groggy self. The Mets were down, 6-0. They’d had one hit, not counting the one Paul Blackburn took off […]

We Shall Now Call the Roll

The chair recognizes the delegate from Manaea.

Mister Secretary! The great state of Manaea wishes to cast all seven-plus of its innings, including the first five-and-two-thirds that were absolutely PERFECT, for the team that allows its starting pitcher to consistently go at least seven innings when able, the team we will strive like HECK to bring […]

The Big Bang Theory

Three-and-oh? You take. Of course you take. You always take on three-and-oh. Maybe not always always, but when you’re tied in the bottom of the ninth, there’s one out, and what you need more than anything else is a baserunner, you stand and you take.

Francisco Alvarez? You take. You’re like two-for-your-last-eighty (actually 12-for-72 entering Monday […]

Ali Sanchez and the Audience Applauds

Sunday afternoon’s Met affair amounted to an absolutely aggravating abomination of a 3-2 defeat at the hands of the fucking Marlins, the victors’ most accurate appellation. How absolutely aggravating was this game that started at 12:05 PM, itself aggravating? Let me count some of the ways.

Mark Vientos should have scored in the first, but was […]