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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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This Isn't Going Well

It’s two games. 1/81 of the schedule. Calm down already. I’m speaking to myself as much as I am to you.

But man oh man, this isn’t going well.

The bullpen’s terrible — and while I’m no scout, something tells me wheeling the embalmed corpse of Kyle Farnsworth onto the mound isn’t going to help things.

The lineup [...]

Enough Said

The Mets on Saturday lost their third dull game in a row by the same dull score to the same dull opponent. With a win Sunday, they can forge the same dull 74-88 record they compiled last year. They still have a chance to finish in third place, which would be a step up from [...]

Pirates Clinch! Reds Clinch! Mets Try!

You’d have to be made of iron, or perhaps impaired by Iron City, to not feel absolutely overjoyed for Pittsburgh Pirates fans this morning. You know the figures. They’ve been drummed into you ever since they coalesced into a thing: not in the playoffs since 1992; not even a winning record since 1992; not much [...]

Put It In d'Books

The Mets and the Marlins seemed destined for history. Dillon Gee and Tom Koehler scattered baserunners with alacrity. Daniel Murphy made terrible (bad flip), spectacular (heady assist) and terrible (dropped ball) fielding plays in rapid succession. Men entered from the pen and wrote off opposing batters. At the moment it seemed certain there was no [...]

Same Shrug, Different Year

A year is a perfect amount of time to forget stuff you think it’s obvious you’ll remember.

Example: We go to LBI every year. For years we returned with lessons learned about what to bring next time, what not to bring, when to depart to avoid traffic and other tips. We never wrote them down, because [...]

Joker 1, Dark Knight 0

The Mets lost 2-1. Nobody cares. Nobody would have cared if they’d lost 130-1, or if they’d won 130-1. That’s because the Mets and all of us were staggered by today’s asteroid-hits-the-mammals news out of Citi Field.

And here’s a bit of news: I know why Matt Harvey got hurt. Look at this picture I took [...]

Two Weird Baseball Traditions

In the bottom of the ninth, with one out, the score tied and the winning run on second, I was deliriously certain that Wilmer Flores would single, making the Mets walkoff winners and getting himself mobbed at first. When Flores grounded out instead, I was not particularly disheartened: The Braves walked John Buck (not sure [...]

Games Everywhere

The Mets lost to the Pirates in a quiet, unmemorable game that at least saw Terry Collins manage a bullpen the way one would like: he was cognizant of his starting pitcher’s gas tank and brought his closer in when it mattered instead of when baseball conventional wisdom (which is 90% mythical and the other [...]

The Password is ‘Deplorable’

Mostly asleep but a little awake early this morning, I remembered I had to get up and write up one of those games I had no desire to dissect let alone relive. “That was deplorable,” I thought as I sunk back into unconsciousness, which is interesting to me since “deplorable” is a word I don’t [...]

Leaders of the Midnight Baseball League

Nine innings? Three hours and twenty-three minutes? What a gyp! What kind of Mets game is that in the middle of the night? Surely it was only the opener of a twidawn doubleheader. Surely they had to replay the sixth to the thirteenth from the night before in deference to Bruce Bochy attempting to make [...]