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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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Well That Was Interesting

Wednesday night’s Mets game was an exercise in shifting narratives: That contest with the Braves looked like it was going to be a Taut But Ultimately Depressing Loss, morphed thanks to Steven Matz and J.D. Davis into an Inspiring Minimalist Comeback Win, morphed again thanks to Seth Lugo and Mickey Callaway into a This One’s […]

Callaway's Calculations

If you’ve been reading us for the last two years (in which case thank you, by the way), you know that I think Mickey Callaway is a bit dim.

That said, I have sympathy for him right now. A fair amount of it, in fact.

He’s got a closer who can’t be relied on, a setup guy […]

Double Shifts at the Superlative Factory

The rocket ride, amazingly, continues.

In front of a packed, delirious house, the Mets kept on playing baseball with verve and swagger and a talent for the impossible whenever it was necessary. From Noah Syndergaard shaking off some early stumbles (though Juan Soto will make even a sure-footed pitcher miss a step or two) to home-run […]

Whatever Lies Ahead

Well, so much for the easy part.

Oh my God, Fry, couldn’t you go seven words without being a bringdown?

Honestly, I didn’t mean to do that. Let me zoom out a bit and try that again.

There have been a number of Mets seasons in which a cupcake part of the schedule has beckoned, suggesting a chance […]

Nick of Time

Saturday night found me in Tampa, Fla. Having finished a long day selling books at a convention, I headed out to meet writer friends for dinner. But I had other companions with me: the confounding, vexing, entertaining, and above all else unpredictable 2019 New York Mets.

I was early and the restaurant had Wi-Fi, so I […]

You Must Be Within Four Games of .500 to Ride This Ride

So in the end, after all the Sturming and Dranging, the Mets did nothing else. Noah Syndergaard stayed (and celebrated with a fairly hilarious bit of guerrilla Twitter video). Zack Wheeler stayed. Edwin Diaz stayed. Even Todd Frazier stayed. Prospects of whatever pedigree did not arrive. Cash considerations were not considered. Former college roommates of […]

A Very Busy Day in Metstown

I’ll give the Mets this much: They do keep you interested.

I started Sunday in the park with Emily and Joshua, securing visors and nice tickets in section 101, another one of those sections that didn’t exist at Shea and so are irresistible to me. The best thing about our seats? This time, they were in […]

A Day at the Yard

(Note: The format for this post didn’t occur to me until 20-odd hours after the game, so accuracy of timestamps is theoretical at best. Sorry!)

10:00 am: Wake up, groggily. What? I’m a freelance writer, I can wake up when I want. I also am typically still working at 2 am, so lay off.

10:10 am: Oh, […]

Some Days You're Just in a Bad Mood

It shouldn’t have been a day for vituperation.

I got out on the water in a kayak. It was a beautiful evening. Dinner was tasty. And there was a baseball game on. Honestly, lots of days could be put in the win column with just one of those things happening.

And the fact that the Mets were […]

Pete and Dom's Excellent Adventure

After two games worth of balls going plop in the night, a Mets fan could have been forgiven for concluding Saturday afternoon’s game wasn’t exactly a must-watch event. The Mets, after a brief bout of not being completely depressing, had reverted to tragicomic form out west. First they played into the deep hours of the […]