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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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All Hail Relative Normalcy

The best thing about tonight’s 4-3 victory over the Marlins? It was a relatively normal baseball game.

It wasn’t Monday night’s six-error shitshow in which the Marlins won by sucking less. Nor was it Tuesday night’s ludicrous display of non-pitching, with Jon Niese pitching as badly as he could without actually losing and old non-friend Brad […]

20/20 Vision

Over the past three games, the sub-.500 Mets have scored 20 runs and allowed 20 runs against the sub-.500 teams directly adjacent to them in the standings. It’s been like a sporadically entertaining round-robin of mediocrity.

But they’ve won two of these three games, which is good news for those still keeping track of the Mets’ […]

The Grady Bunch

Anybody who knows his or her Brady Bunch will remember when Greg, Marcia, Peter, Jan, Bobby and Cindy formed a singing group in order to go on the Pete Sterne Amateur Hour and win the money to buy their parents a sparkly anniversary present. They named their act after the gift they had their eye on: […]

Our Long Nationals Nightmare

Good morning. This is the 1,583rd game after which we have spoken to you from this blog, where so many losses have been noted that shaped the history of this franchise. Each time we have done so to discuss with you some matter that we believe affected the Metropolitan interest.

In all the decisions we have […]

They're the Kids in America

This business wherein the Mets overcome years of being mostly bad and become mostly good is not a linear endeavor. Homestands of 8-2 are followed up with road trips of 5-5. Two out of three get taken from the Phillies only to have two of three (with one to go) given to the Giants. Exhilarating […]

Jacob's Ladder

Where did Jacob deGrom come from, anyway?

I’d heard of him, of course, but not in a Matt Harvey/Zack Wheeler/Noah Syndergaard way, in which each mention is part of a countdown, the promotion becomes a rallying cry, and if the first big-league start comes at home you figure out if you can go so years later you can […]

Kicking Ace & Taking Names

You know that feeling of serene confidence you get as a Mets fan when they give their pitcher an early lead? Probably not, but it’s been known to exist. It existed for me Tuesday night. I was as surprised as anybody that it did.

In the second, Mariner center fielder James Jones’s eyes proved bigger than […]

Now The Fun Stops?

Vast stretches of the current season could have served nicely as an All-Star break. Four days? The Mets could’ve taken off almost any four weeks there for a while and not have been much missed. But now? Now that we’ve decided we love them again? Now that they’ve decided to express their affection for us […]

The Road Beyond 4,000

If you had money on the Mets pummeling Braves ace Julio Teheran, well, I hope you dropped by the corner store and bought a whole bunch of Lotto tickets. The Mets scorched Teheran from the get-go, when Curtis Granderson drove one off the facing of the Pepsi Porch. They kept it up with Daniel Murphy‘s […]

Little Things With Big Effects

If you’ve had your fill of Mets angst and drama (and who hasn’t) you might have missed Sandy Alderson’s contention yesterday that the Mets should be better than their putrid record because their run differential (currently at -6) suggests they ought to be nearly  a .500 team rather than one staring way, way up at […]