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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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Embroidered Into Our Fabric

You can identify my black Mike Piazza t-shirt by sight if you see me wearing it; it says Mets 31 on the front, PIAZZA 31 on the back. I can identify it by feel. It was always longer than all the player-number shirts I acquired in the late 1990s, thicker without being confining. I’m a […]

Thanks Antonio

No wait — I kind of mean it.

The Mets were down 3-1 to the Rockies in the top of the ninth, following a bottom of the eighth that was depressing even by recent Mets standards. Colorado had two men on with Carlos Gonzalez at the plate, and Antonio Bastardo, AKA the Human Curfew, was standing out there on […]

Do These Rags Make Me Look Pathetic?

It really is true: the 2016 Mets are your 2015 Mets redux.

They pitch great, except for brief but fatal bouts of pitching lousy, and they hit something very south of great. Their not-hitting isn’t the usual baseball fan’s not-hitting where one grumbles about a player or two who can’t seem to come through. The Mets feature the kind of […]

Off Again

This win-one/lose-one pattern the Mets have settled into is, if nothing else, steadying. You can set your watch by it, assuming you still wear a watch. Even adjusting for rainouts, you know what’s coming. If it’s the second game on a Tuesday — and the first game on a Tuesday was a loss — then […]

A Tie That Felt Like a Win

Maybe I was just in a good mood.

Emily and I were supposed to be back Monday night — Portland, Me., is an easy 45 minutes or so away by plane. But Monday night’s rainout also scratched our plane, shifting us to a 5:30 am departure Tuesday. Ugh … and then they cancelled that one too, telling […]

Meet Me in New Jersey

2015: The best kind of history.

Though our nation turned its Piazza eyes to mythic Cooperstown on Sunday afternoon, it is Hoboken that makes a convincing claim as the true labor/delivery room of the National Pastime. The first baseball game for which there is a record took place on June 19, 1846, at Elysian Fields, […]

All Eyes on Mike

One of the umpires working the Mets-Marlins game in Miami on Sunday should have taken a moment from making an eventually overturned call and blown a whistle to order a stoppage in play after a couple of innings. Baseball doesn’t operate like that, but how could any Mets fan worth his parmesan dedicate all of […]

A Special Sunday

Viewed from the proper perspective, the Mets played a Hall of Fame-caliber game Saturday night. When Giancarlo Stanton becomes eligible for consideration, some future producer will incorporate the clip of Stanton’s third-inning Neptune shot off Jacob deGrom into a persuasive highlight montage to illustrate why the Marlins slugger merits election. They can use a bit […]

No Longer Weird

On July 23, 2005, Jose Reyes busted out at Shea. The kid we’d been told was gonna do great things did the greatest things he’d done to date: 4-for-5, including a triple; two RBIs; two steals; three runs scored. The Mets beat the Dodgers, 7-5. Mets starting pitcher Pedro Martinez — almost exactly a decade […]

Via Wrigley With Love

The Cubs and my father are enmeshed in my oft-told Mets fan origin story. It was my dad who’d bring home the Post — when it was an afternoon paper — that featured the recurring cartoon that I credit for sucking me into the ongoing storyline of the 1969 season: the Mets duck doing battle […]