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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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Jacob deGrom, Mortal After All

It’s a measure of how spoiled we’ve been: Jacob deGrom looks mortal (and for a second start in a row, no less) and we’re all scratching our heads as if God has repealed physics and things are falling up and sticking to ceilings.

DeGrom was better than he was in his confoundingly disastrous Oakland start, and […]

I Imagined That Going Better

Carlos Carrasco was bad, inexplicable Mets punching bag Pablo Lopez was good, the Marlins were pesky even by their loathsome standards and the Mets lost a game that had a queasy, out-of-sorts feeling to it from the get-go. And yes, down in D.C. the Braves smacked the crap out of the Nats, and so now […]

No Mercy, No Quarter

To get us rolling, a sample of my strongly held opinions that make people either smile politely until I shut up or quietly back away from me when they think I’m not noticing:

The American League is a jumped-up beer league, the National League should never have agreed to treat it as an equal, and John […]

I'm Banned From Citi Field

Not by the Mets — I was at least a reasonably well-behaved guest up in section 339 with my work colleagues, a long way from home plate and the pitches David Peterson didn’t throw in sufficient proximity to it. Rather, I’ve been banned by my kid on suspicion of being a jinx.

I’m 0-for-4 in outings […]

Heart Attack Nights

The Mets, of late, play two kinds of games: ones in which they lose seemingly winnable affairs in horribly frustrating ways and ones in which they beat the absolute tar out of their opponents without breaking too much of a sweat. We’re a third of the way through September, and I’m not sure I can […]

Have You Seen This Team?

MISSING: Sole proprietorship of first place in the National League East.

AGE: Approximately 5 months.

ANSWERS TO: Let’s Go Mets, LFGM or “Not Again”.

LAST SEEN: Leaving PNC Park following a third consecutive barely competitive loss to a last-place team.

RECOGNIZABLE MARKINGS: World-class starting pitching, unrelenting middle-of-the-order production, indestructible right fielder, preternatural ability to quash lesser opponents.

***PLEASE LOOK HARD […]

Not Exactly the Plan

OK, there isn’t a plan — baseball routinely makes a mockery of plans — but there is a blueprint a team tries to follow, and I’m pretty sure the Mets’ blueprint wasn’t labeled LOSE WITH BARELY A WHIMPER TO PATRICK CORBIN AND ERICK FEDDE. I flashed back to 1990, when the Mets’ quest for a […]

Jake, the Mets and Their Pursuers

Having emerged from the forced march portion of their schedule, the Mets returned to Citi Field and took care of business against the Rockies, though a game that looked poised to become a laugher never quite launched, turning into a too-close-to-the-ground 3-1 win. Still a good outcome, particularly given that the Braves didn’t win, though […]

Baseball Like It Oughta Be Isn't Necessarily Baseball Like We'd Like It to Be

OK, look: That was a pretty great ballgame.

Two aces squared off — Max Fried and Jacob deGrom — and they were both pretty damn good. But the enemy offenses found the smallest of holes in their defenses. For deGrom, it was a lone inning where his slider was disobedient, refusing to be as sharp as […]

All The Eras

Welcome to the Brett Baty Era of New York Mets baseball. It is fitting that you can’t spell “Bretty Baty” without “era”. After Wednesday night, the same could be said of “Max Scherzer,” “Starling Marte,” “Trevor May,” “Peter Alonso,” “Edwin Orlando Diaz” and “Francisco A. Lindor.” Lindor’s middle name is Miguel, actually, but you can […]