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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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Generating Echoes

For six innings Tuesday night, I was content to float along on the echoes provided by the visitor who used to call Citi Field home, the visitor who was the first Met to make Citi Field feel like a home. R.A. Dickey was pitching a shutout for the Braves against the Mets. See past the […]

The Beating Goes On

Well, at least it’s another day off the calendar, what with the Mets all but drowned in the mire of another Mike Glavine season.

I keep thinking about The Other Glavine as a beacon of futility. He got his lone big-league hit on the final day of the 2003 season, a 4-0 beating by the Marlins. […]

83-79 or Bust!

Hope is a self-healing thing.

The Mets have won four in a row. I’d say “somehow,” except they’ve been playing the Phillies and the Reds, two teams that (like the Mets) are quantitatively and officially lousy.

Still, they all count and during this modest but thoroughly welcome winning streak the Mets haven’t looked half-bad. Which is all […]

Green Shoots

We’ll begin with the bringdown portion of today’s recap.

Matt Harvey lasted five innings, threw his fastball around 93, and got a grand total (if I’m remembering the broadcast correctly) of one swinging strike from a position player.
The Mets won consecutive games … for the first time in nearly a month.
Juan Lagares, Matt Reynolds and Harvey […]

The Worst Loss That Means the Least

Tuesday night’s game against the Reds wasn’t the worst loss of the season, because by now it doesn’t particularly hurt to see the Mets hurl balls places where they don’t belong, or stare at enemy home runs, or struggle pathetically in the quicksand of their own misfortune. We’re all used to that by now; there […]

The Kids Are All Here

June 3, 2017, was a fine Saturday night for the New York Mets, who beat the Pittsburgh Pirates at Citi Field, 4-2, with, Lucas Duda at first, Neil Walker at second, Curtis Granderson in center, Jay Bruce around in right, René Rivera catching, and Addison Reed pitching the eighth and ninth innings to record his […]

Yet Another Brave New World

A few weeks ago I came across an article previewing brand spanking new SunTrust Park. It said that Braves fans were certain to enjoy some fantastic feature or another, which caused me to chuckle internally, because nobody really has an inkling of what a ballpark is going to turn into until experience replaces expectation. After […]

Bruced Feelings

Thirty-thousand of us were dying to be hypocrites Tuesday night. We wanted to pull one of those dazzling Asdrubal Cabrera spinoramas in our souls, execute a spectacular turn of sentiment and roar for the stranger at whom we’d been directing our derision loudly or slyly every time we saw him. Some of us preached and […]

Tag Him Again, Brewers

The eleventh inning was rolling around
The opposing offenses were making no sound
Boyer the Brewer was manning the mound

Blaine looked to the plate
As the hour grew late
Asdrubal Cabrera was the hitter he found

Cabrera commenced
To single to right
To all, perhaps
An Asdrubal good night?

Flores was the Met
Seen teeing off next
A double to left
Thus entered the text

Cabrera wasn’t swift […]

Trashy Yet Fun

Let’s just make this clear: Saturday afternoon’s Mets-Marlins game was garbage.

The Mets put the leadoff man on in seven of the first eight innings (and eight of nine overall) but somehow managed to be down 3-2 with just five outs remaining. Bartolo Colon was crummy but mostly got away with it because the Marlins couldn’t […]