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Jason Fry and Greg Prince
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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Victory Is a Dish Best Served Soggy

As Mets fan, we know that all too often the jokes write themselves: On Tuesday the Mets canceled a game while the sun was shining, and sat around at home while the evening was more or less dry. Tonight the Mets played on and on, while the rain fell in sheets and the infield turned […]

The Happiest Recap: 037-039

Welcome to The Happiest Recap, a solid gold slate of New York Mets games culled from every schedule the Mets have ever played en route to this, their fiftieth year in baseball. We’ve created a dream season consisting of the “best” 37th game in any Mets season, the “best” 38th game in any Mets season, […]

The Synonymous Harmon Killebrew

I’ll never forget, we used to play a lot of ball out in the front yard, and my mother would say, “You’re tearing up the grass and digging holes in the front yard.”

And my father would say, “We’re not raising grass here, we’re raising boys.”
—Harmon Killebrew, Cooperstown, 1984

Early in my beverage magazine days, […]

The Only Thing More Fun Would Have Been Winning

Remember Back to the Future Part II, in which Biff sneaks back through time to hand his younger self a sports almanac, and so makes himself a mogul in an alternate 2015? If I had a similar opportunity, I think I’d head for Vegas, use my Delorean and make a killing on this game.

1. Odds […]

Wright Out, Fright In

David Wright is one second opinion away from going on the Disabled List. MRI revals lower back stress fracture. Examination of Mets roster reveals no obvious alternatives for third base or the batting order. True, he was mostly sucking, but just as true, he’s David Wright.

Rest is allegedly what’s required to get this injury better. […]

The Mets at the Quarter Turn

The Mets aren’t bad unless you’re a strict constructionist who sees a team with more losses than wins as definitively not good. Nineteen wins against twenty-one defeats is sub-.500. It doesn’t look great in isolation (or when you pull the 19-21 apart and notice the Mets are 8-14 against teams currently above .500).

Within the context […]

Please Allow Me to Reintroduce Myself

“Hi Justin. Great game!”
“Thanks.”
“I don’t think we’ve met. I’m a big Mets fan.”
“No, we met.”
“I don’t think so. I’m a huge Mets fan, and I know who all the Mets are. I never saw you before the other day.”
“That’s not accurate. We really did meet.”
“No way! I’d remember.”
“Well, we did.”

“You sure?”
“Yeah, I’m sure. It really […]

Capuano to Bat Ninth

The lineup for today’s game has been posted in Houston. Chris Capuano will bat ninth. We are assuming that he’ll be OK with it, that he won’t need a day, that he doesn’t have to clear his head and that he won’t be the least bit insulted.

Capuano, incidentally, is batting .182 — or seventeen points […]

The Sorkinesque Knuckleballer

Although R.A. Dickey continued to pitch like something out of a Wes Craven horror movie Saturday, he still talked afterwards like he was created by Aaron Sorkin. Dickey spoke of “acute expectations,” “internal fortitude,” “conventional” pitching, a lack of “revelations,” things that “spiral” and things he needs to “arrest”. Classic R.A. in front of his […]

Calm Collins

The most obvious fun of Friday night’s comeback win in Houston emanated from Mets bats exploding in accordance with their time-release settings. For more than six innings, nothing. Then the fuses went off and so did Bay (BOOM!), Martinez (SUPER BOOM!) and Wright (GO-AHEAD BOOM!). Pridie’s ringing insurance double made a nice noise, too (r-r-ring!).

But […]