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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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Forest and the Trees

When the 2016 Mets trudged home to Citi Field earlier this week, it sure looked like they’d ceded the divisional race on June 29, dragged down by injuries, bad luck, lack of clutchness and Daniel Murphy, to name but a few maladies.

Later today, somehow, they’ll trust a four-game sweep of the big bad Chicago Cubs […]

Stop Doing That

Memo to Brandon Nimmo: that’s not the way you’re supposed to play baseball up here.

Nimmo didn’t collect a hit in his big-league debut, but perhaps he just was trying to fit in with the rest of his new teammates. He played right field ably and showed a veteran’s eye for the strike zone, which was […]

Of Coming Through & Coming Back

You don’t want to have to win a game by using five relievers to cover 8.2 innings, but you surely don’t want to lose a game under those circumstances. They were unavoidable Wednesday night once Bartolo Colon was forced to leave in deference to a liner off his right thumb from Royals leadoff hitter Whit […]

It Shouldn’t Surprise You At All

I realized Bartolo Colon was the batter. I heard something about a ball hit into the gap. I put 40 and 2 together and zipped (in my own Bartolian fashion) from the radio in the kitchen to the television in the living room to bear witness to the breathtaking site — taking the breath of […]

Nobody Knows Anything

Rain in the area, Gio Gonzalez and Bartolo Colon on the mound. One team scored seven. The other team scored one.

You remember, right? It was five days ago, just the other side of the Brewers Interregnum. Gio was masterful, except for a cannon shot lined into the stands by Yoenis Cespedes. Bartolo was not masterful. He […]

‘How Did the Mets Do Last Night?’

There are moments when you sense things can’t get any better for your team. Those are moments that are both gratifying and terrifying.

Peak Mets, to dabble in the fashionable vernacular, may have been achieved early this past week. Bartolo Colon had homered on Saturday, his accomplishment stayed the toast of the town well into Monday. […]

Colon (1)

“It has happened! In their fifty-first season, Johan Santana has thrown the first no-hitter in New York Mets history!”
—Gary Cohen, SNY, June 1, 2012

“And what’s left of a never-got-one nature to ache for anyway? Put aside a World Series championship even if you’ve never seen one before, because the Mets have two of those. They […]

Things Learned Along the Way

There has to be a Met fan out there who got stuck with an uncooperative schedule and plopped down on the couch or in the stands after the first inning.

Sorry pal — you missed a lot.

You missed David Wright walloping a pitch over the Great Wall of Flushing, followed two batters later by Yoenis Cespedes unloading, […]

They Finally Had It Made

The night started with 42s everywhere and ended with a 7 in your scorebook. I couldn’t miss the former on Jackie Robinson Day, but had to look up the latter, as sensory overload must have gotten to me, sending this correspondent nodding off to dreamland as the bottom of the eighth commenced. The last thing […]

Not Forgettable But Best Forgotten

One of my favorite parts of a new baby season is how for a little while you can remember every game.

We lost that horror show in KC, then played well and won a squeaker, walloped the Phils, then lost that taut little one the next night.

See? Easy. Depending on your attentiveness and memory, you’ll be able […]