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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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Local Boy Made Good

Welcome to A Met for All Seasons, a series in which we consider a given Met who played in a given season and…well, we’ll see.

I’m solid gold
I’ve got the goods
They stand when I walk
Through the neighborhoods
—David Naughton

In 1989’s Field of Dreams, the fresh-faced kid Ray Kinsella and Terence Mann picked up hitchhiking seemed to […]

All 89 Mets Postseason Games Ranked

They were 89 moments in the sun, 89 moments under the spotlight, 89 days and nights of our lives when little else mattered to us. I mean more than usual.

“The Mets go melodramatic in October,” Roger Angell once wrote. “It’s in their genes.” Here we inspect the DNA and report the findings. Here we do […]

After the Fall

Welcome to A Met for All Seasons, a series in which we consider a given Met who played in a given season and…well, we’ll see.

Oh yeah
Life goes on
Long after the thrill
Of livin’ is gone
—John Mellencamp

FLUSHING (FAF) — Matt Harvey, one of the towering New York Met figures of his time, may opt out of participating […]

Elimination Nation Rejoice!

We’ve had little to rejoice in this year, so let us rejoice in the postseason elimination of others. Not just any others, but the others we wish eliminated annually. Daily, really.

Happy Elimination Day, civilized world! Hell, take the whole weekend!

Congratulations, Rays. Congratulations, all of us.

Doc, for All Seasons

Welcome to A Met for All Seasons, a series in which we consider a given Met who played in a given season and…well, we’ll see.

And when the morning light
Comes streaming in
We’ll get up and do it again
Get it up again
—Jackson Browne

On Wednesday night, October 2, 1985, at Busch Stadium, Tommy Herr batted for the St. […]

The Power Broker

Welcome to A Met for All Seasons, a series in which we consider a given Met who played in a given season and…well, we’ll see.

We had our bitter cheer
And sweet sorrow
We lost a lot today
We’ll get it back tomorrow
—Shawn Colvin

In March of 2020, as the coronavirus was rapidly shifting from an abstract concept to the […]

Disposable Seasonette

But after all, it’s what we’ve done
That makes us what we are
—Jim Croce

On one hand, the Mets were defeated in embarrassing fashion on Sunday, losing to the Nationals, 15-5, leaving them at their low-water mark for 2020, eight games below .500 and tied for the worst record in the National League East.

On the other hand, […]

The Cookie Crumbles

I applaud the Mets’ continual affirmations of confidence. You Gotta Believe should extend to belief in oneself. But after watching the Mets’ wisp-thin playoff eligibility expire in the first game of Saturday’s doubleheader in Washington — and having their status confirmed in a less competitive loss in the nightcap — I’m having trouble abiding by […]

Upon Furthest Review

The 2020 New York Mets are not and were never a playoff contender. We regret any role we played in indicating anything otherwise. Thank you.

Remember the Maine (and the Santana)

When the Mets don’t play, the Mets don’t get eliminated. We may have found the 2020 formula for relative success.

On Friday night, the Mets were rained out in Washington. As the evening went along, the palest of suns shone on their fortunes. Philadelphia lost. San Francisco lost, despite the best efforts of heretofore lovable scamp […]