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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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Blues for the Uncommon Man

One of these days Matt Harvey will have his revenge on the Miami Marlins, and it will be glorious.

One of these days his teammates will stop eyeing him with quiet awe and score runs for him, and that will be even better.

Until then, we’re left with days like today, games in which the Mets do [...]

Mets Whiplash -- Catch It!

Perhaps you’ve heard: Baseball is an unfair game.

I learned that as a kid, having read it somewhere in the collected works of noted philosopher Roderick Edwin Kanehl, known once upon the Polo Grounds as Hot Rod. Baseball, Prof. Kanehl explained, “is a lot like life. The line drives are caught, the squibbles go for base [...]

First, We Take Miami

If you want to swim with the sharks, you’ve got to learn to outlast the Marlins. Or something like that. And son of a Rich Renteria, Monday night we sure as Orestes Destrade did.

On the twentieth anniversary plus one day of the evening Anthony Young didn’t just not lose to but actually won against then-expansion [...]

My Signature Citi Field Day, 2013

Prior to the All-Star Game, I heard and read that Citi Field was about to have its first “signature moment,” which I thought was a pretty misguided assessment, considering HELLO! NO-HITTER! on June 1, 2012. I’d also throw in a “hey” to that 20th win at the end of last year. I get what those takes [...]

No Particular Place To Go

Sometimes you get what you wish for and then it doesn’t turn out so well for you, as it didn’t in this case.
—Earl Monroe, Earl the Pearl: My Story

In the bottom of the fourteenth, I figured I was golden. David Wright was on first, but there were two out. Shaun Marcum was up. No way [...]

And Here We Are Again

The funny thing is I’m not sure I actually know what Greg Dobbs looks like.

Ask me to picture Chase Utley or Robinson Cano or Brian McCann or Ryan Zimmermann and I can instantly conjure a mental picture for you. Dobbs? I’ve got nothing except a general impression of squatness.

But maybe that’s appropriate. Just as a [...]

Tomorrowland

Tomorrow we’ll start
Matt Harvey
Nothing could be better than Matt Harvey
He’s the one

Just thinkin’ about
Matt Harvey
Clears away the Collin and the feelin’
That we’re done

When were stuck with McHugh
And Super 2 excuses
I imagine an arm
That’s not so useless

Tomorrow we’ll start
Matt Harvey
Hotter than Cholula
Says the gun

Matt Harvey! Matt Harvey!
I love ya, Matt Harvey!
You’re only a day away!

We were [...]

I Got Your Relevance Right Here

A one-night pass was issued in advance. When the Mets sweep the Yankees, you cannot in all good faith complain about the next loss, even if it is to the frigging Marlins at their frigging boondoggle aquarium in front of a few dozen exotic fish and maybe a few dozen more curious onlookers. Shaun Marcum [...]

No Way! This Ends Well!

Help! I’m being held prisoner inside a Mets-Marlins series!
—Fortune cookie opened at Marlins Park this week, according to totally reputable urban legend

The Marlins were one of the two worst baseball teams playing at their eponymous park Wednesday afternoon. The Mets were the other one. Neither could be seriously described as the best of the pair. [...]

Rooting for Wile E. Coyote

A night after losing one of the most horrible baseball games I’ve ever seen in head-shaking, gag-inducing fashion, the Mets took on the Marlins and played eight and a half innings of baseball that was punchless but didn’t make you want to pour lye in your eyes, which is to say it was an improvement. [...]