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Greg Prince and Jason Fry
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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Halfway to Probably Nowhere

Three series remain in advance of the All-Star break, a break that can’t come soon enough — or last long enough. I picture various Mets repairing to their country estates or wherever they live, clearing their heads at their pools or in front of their sizable video game consoles and then, properly relaxed, forgetting that […]

There's the Numbness I Hadn't Been Missing

Oh, so we’re back to this again.

On Tuesday night your bloggers were reunited at Citi Field and had a wonderful time, which we would have had anyway but was definitely enhanced by the Mets hitting homers by the bushel and David Peterson being unexpectedly competent. Speaking for myself, I left the park with a certain […]

Two Apples, Almost 700 Mets

She said she’d meet me in the bar
At the Plaza Hotel
Wear a jacket and a tie
‘What’s the occasion?’
She just smiled and she wouldn’t say why
—Long Island’s Own Billy Joel

“6:30 at apple?” landed like a fresh breeze in my inbox Monday evening, a few hours before the person who sent it appeared to all but permanently […]

I Hate This Team

Another night, another loss.

At this point the bad losses — like the two HBP gag job in Philly — are hills breaking the flat endless plain of the more mundane losses, the ones where you have to furrow your brow and remember the details of what exactly sucked more than the background sucking that’s present […]

(What a) Load Management

The Mets won Sunday’s game by three if you’re counting high-leverage relievers rested.

Brooks Raley? Rested.
Adam Ottavino? Rested.
David Robertson? Rested.

Yup, that’s three. Each pitcher pitched some on Saturday, and one of them (Raley) pitched on Friday, and you know what they say about relievers’ arms falling off should you try to use them a second or […]

A Pitcher's Best Friend

“I swear I could tear your throat out right now!”

That was said by a parking-lot attendant at Citizens Bank Park after our friend Jerome pulled an admittedly unconventional U-turn in an effort to escape a tediously slow line of vehicles waiting for spaces.

Welcome to Philadelphia, the City of Brotherly Love! And yes, sometimes the jokes […]

Too Late for Goodbyes

Twenty-six years ago this month, Dave Mlicki ensured he would be remembered forever fondly by Mets fans, and I doubt the reason requires specific explanation here. But on the off chance anybody is just tuning into Mets baseball, Dave started the very first regular-season intracity game for New York’s National League team (which was shaking […]

Patent Application Considered

DATE: June 21, 2023
FROM: United States Patent Office
TO: New York Mets
RE: Patent Application Status Report

We are in receipt of your patent application for your invention, “A New Way to Lose,” and are considering its originality and efficacy. It appears your blending of many previously invented ways to lose into one enormous way to lose, culminating […]

Another Night in Excuse City

Framber Valdez pitched awfully well. The Astros got some superlative defense from Jeremy Pena, Kyle Tucker and Corey Julks. None of those things were particularly the fault of the Mets.

The rest? Eh. Justin Verlander pitched OK, if his goal was to be the best-paid No. 4 starter in baseball history. I dunno, somehow I thought […]

From Min Back to Max

Last time we saw Max Scherzer he was decidedly min against the Yankees, chiefly because his slider was batting-practice quality, hanging obligingly in the strike zone and waiting to be clobbered by any Yankee who fancied a go.

Scherzer vowed stonily that he would fix the problem, which sounded good but also sounded like the kind […]