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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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Enjoy That One

Enjoy that one. The nightcap saw the Mets do absolutely nothing against entitled annoyance Gio Gonzalez, a little Daniel Murphy parachute aside.

Enjoy that one. They finished the season 4-15 against the Nationals. Go a mediocre 9-10 and they would have been over .500.

Enjoy that one. Zack Wheeler‘s final start was a letdown — he was […]

Real Time With Zack Wheeler

You can now update the Mets’ slash line to reflect their currently accurate settings:

9 YRSWOPSA/15 YRSWOPNT/29 YRSWOWCH

GLOSSARY
YRSWOPSA: Years Without Postseason Appearance
YRSWOPNT: Years Without Pennant
YRSWOWCH: Years Without World Championship

The clock jumped ahead one year once the Pirates beat the Brewers in a game loaded with playoff race implications, which is to say it had […]

Played Under a Bad Sign

Pictured: One of the many innings when Anthony Rendon batted.

There were two hints on my ticket for Saturday night’s game that a pleasant result wasn’t in the offing:

1) The Washington Nationals were listed as the opponent.

2) Chris Young’s picture adorned it.

The Nationals need no introduction in our neighborhood. One delightfully foot-stompin’ win notwithstanding, Flushing […]

Ducking Karma

On Saturday night, in the second inning, Dillon Gee lofted a fly ball to left with Dilson Herrera on third and one out. Donald Lutz, a German citizen playing on German Appreciation Night, settled under the ball and caught it. Tim Teufel told Herrera to stay put and Herrera did. The Mets didn’t score — […]

They Complete Us

The Mets are chocolate and the Cubs are peanut butter: We’ve got a surplus of young pitching and not enough bats; they’ve got a surplus of young bats and not enough pitching. So plenty of baseball matchmakers want to know what, exactly, is taking so long: Send some prospects from Column Mets west while some prospects […]

Patience, Met-Hopper

OK, so that little speech about patience? Today was why it needed to be said.

Today when the Mets rudely interrupted their own romp over the Phillies by blowing a five-run lead.

Today when the mangy zombie Phillies rose up and justified Ruben Amaro Jr.’s dingbat refusal to admit the obvious, disemboweling our bullpen and then shambling off […]

Baby, He's Reddy To Go

With apologies, if not royalties, to Helen Reddy…

I am Wheeler
Throwing more
Than I should throw by
Inning four
And you thought my start
Was soon about to end

The Nats had me on
The ropes
All prepared to dash
Our hopes
You were certain we were gonna
Lose again

But you should get wise
That I wriggle out of jams
Though my pitch counts rise
When first I lack […]

Sometimes You See the Bullet

It’s not so much that if you watch enough baseball, you see something new every day. It’s that if you watch enough baseball, you see something you’ve seen some other day, thus allowing you to perhaps sense what’s coming directly at you.

On the surface, the Mets’ come-from-moribund victory over the Brewers Friday night came out […]

How Bizarre? Kinda Bizarre

Steve Gelbs seems like a capable enough young broadcaster. We know him mostly from filling in for the singular Kevin Burkhardt on SNY, which, in the realm of roving reporting, is a little like starting Todd Pratt on Mike Piazza Poster Day. Pratt may perform ably — more than ably at his best — but […]

Bang the Fish Briskly

“Lou Klimchock can be considered by virtue of his intense and persistent labors on behalf of innovative baseball mediocrity one of the few truly seminal figures in the drab and dreary history of this era. […] Here’s to you Lou. You gave the common fan someone to identify with. You were a constant source of […]