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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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The Way They Do the Things They Do

Thursday night I came home from Game Four of the National League Championship Series resigned to the 2024 Mets season being imminently over. Friday morning I awoke thinking only that there’d be a baseball game come late afternoon and that the Mets would be playing in it, and between the regular season and the postseason, […]

The Happiest of Madnesses

Here’s an unforgivable fan sin: “I don’t want them to clinch tonight because I have tickets for tomorrow and want to see it myself.”

I’ve heard that a time or two, and it’s all I can do to limit myself to pointed disagreement instead of reacting in a way that would get me taken away in […]

They Got This

The New York Mets broke it to me gently early Saturday evening. They appreciate my help, but they got this. They have a plan, they know what they’re doing, they’re going to do it, I can just relax. I nodded my understanding. I’m not going to relax, but I think I get what they’re telling […]

Pete Alonso Will Not Go Quietly Into the Night

More than once this year, I’ve thought to myself that Pete Alonso would probably be more of a hitter if he were less of a teammate.

But Alonso isn’t capable of that. He cares about his teammates, about the only organization he’s ever known, and yes, about us lunatics in the stands. He wants to come […]

One for the Money, Two for the Show

The Mets live. You didn’t necessarily see that coming, did ya?

Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t. Hope for the best, expect the Mets is my credo. I expected the Mets to do their best on Sunday in Milwaukee. Whether that and concurrent events in Atlanta and Arizona would be enough to survive and then some […]

And Down the Memory Hole This One Goes

The good news? The Braves lost. And the Mets were so bad so early against the Phillies that all involved — players and fans alike — essentially moved on even before the game was over, cramming it into the memory hole and hurrying away.

Emily and I were at Citi Field, sitting in the front of […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]