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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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Make Better Choices

David Peterson was bad and then OK and then bad again and then had a chance to give the karmic wheel another shove: Mets down two in the fourth, bases loaded, James Wood at the plate, 0-2 count.

The 0-2 part was positive considering Peterson has been mashed by lefties and you could argue he shouldn’t […]

Not Now, Nats

Called strike three. Seven earned runs in a third-of-an-inning. A long fly ball that dies at the track to seal a stadium’s fate. A throw home from the first baseman that sails over the catcher’s head. A scrub pops a three-run homer. An ear shines.

Some events that have signaled the end of a season or […]

Keep Three

“Trade or release everybody!” is an understandable if impulsive answer to the question, “What the hell should the Mets do next, now that they’ve been swept at home by the Colorado Rockies, having shown no more than scant traces of life in losing their Sunday doubleheader?”

Within reason, it may also be the correct one.

The Mets […]

Double Your Pain

I went to my first Mets game of the 2026 season Friday night, and honestly I should have known that was a bad idea.

“No April baseball” is a sensible rule, one I chose to ignore. I layered — boy howdy were there a lot of layers — and it was still cold. Feet like blocks […]

Now We’re Cookin’

“It’s :25 after the hour, time for our daily cooking segment. Chef, what do we have on the menu today?”
“Today we’re going to make something I like to call Metropolitan Stew.”
“Metropolitan Stew? Ooh, sounds intriguing!”
“This is the kind of dish you can just toss together on a nippy April night and, if we know what […]

Was That So Hard? (Yes. Yes It Was.)

With two outs in the ninth and the Mets up by a skinny run, the Twins’ Brooks Lee slapped a ball into the hole, to the right of fill-in shortstop Bo Bichette. Bichette made a nice play to corral it, threw across his body with everything he had … but no, Lee had beaten it […]

Perfect Setup

From innings one through five on Tuesday night, a perfect game took hold at Citi Field. From the sixth through ninth, four more perfect innings were thrown. Selective arithmetic indicates twenty-seven batters came up, twenty-seven batters went down in something approximating succession.

More down than up, per usual, for the New York Mets, noted perfectionists when […]

Collective Shrugs All Around

On Saturday I had nothing to do with the 2026 New York Mets, and honestly it was the nicest day I’d experienced in some time.

Oh, Emily and I kept it Mets-adjacent: We spent the afternoon in the stands at Maimonides Park on one of those “nice in the sun” early spring days, watching the Brooklyn […]

Not Good, or the Opposite of Good?

The New York Mets, entering Saturday’s matinee as losers of nine in a row, intermittently overcame some of what was stacked against them. The wind was blowing in at Wrigley Field, but Mark Vientos ripped a fly ball so hard that it landed well over the fence in the top of the second inning. That […]

The Impotence of Positive Thinking

“The Mets are a team bursting with all the desperation, psychosis, pain, chaos, and cruel optimism for a better future that persists though civilization’s sunset. We watch the catastrophe unfold, refusing to fully admit our doom…”
—A.M. Gittlitz, Metropolitans

Today I decided the Mets would win a ballgame. They were playing the Cubs on a Friday afternoon […]