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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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Shine a Little Light

Baseball is a funny game.

That’s one word for it. But what a word — because in English, “funny” has a wide range of meanings. Amusing, yes. But also odd, peculiar, maddening, ironic, unpredictable. You might say it’s a funny word.

For most of Sunday, the Mets played the kind of game they’ve played too often this […]

Turns Out There's a W in Wackiness

Mere hours after the latest descent of doom across Mets Land, the team dusted themselves off, went out and beat the Yankees.

I mean, it wasn’t easy — in fact, it was decidedly wacky at times — but a win’s a win, even while wearing absurd asphalt and purple uniforms (the bridgework on the helmets gives […]

You Can’t Go Holmes Again

The Long Island Rail Road is on strike, while the one Met pitcher who’s stayed on track more consistently than any other is out of service. Any other good news from Friday night? Oh yeah, the Mets reverted to moribund form in losing the first game of the Subway Series, 5-2.

Not a shining moment for […]

Getting the Crew in Gear

It occurred to me as I witnessed five different Mets don the vest and hard hat on Thursday afternoon at Citi Field that if this team is gonna keep hitting homers in bunches, they’ll need to add some variety to their dugout celebration wardrobe. Maybe one slugger can be the construction worker, another one can […]

And in the End It All Turned Out OK

In the end it all turned out OK. But wow, what a weird way to get there.

The Mets and Tigers played a very strange ballgame on a raw, chilly Wednesday night at Citi Field — one the kid and I got to see up close. Well, not really up close — we were out by […]

Mets Hit Refresh

On my position player callup anticipation scale that ranges from Who? to Strawberry, I’d estimate A.J. Ewing ranked somewhere north of Nick Evans, somewhere south of Wilmer Flores. I’d heard of A.J. Ewing. I knew he was valued by those who pay attention to every prospect. I hadn’t banged any drums on his behalf, not […]

This is Baseball?

The games themselves lack intrigue, so I stick around for the autopsies that follow the games. They’re deadly, too, but I figure maybe I can learn a little more about what just went wrong.

On Sunday in Phoenix what went wrong was obvious enough. The Mets didn’t make a couple of plays and they got only […]

The Night's Hatreds, Ranked

I hated the fact that on Saturday night the Mets lost to the Diamondbacks, 2-1.

I hated that the Mets lost largely because they’ve once again forgotten how to hit. Brett Baty drove in Marcus Semien with a double in the second inning, and if you reached back to Friday night’s 10th inning uprising you might […]

Desert Duel

NOTE: This post was written by Jason, who was experiencing some technical difficulties this morning.

On Friday night, the Mets and Diamondbacks played one of those games that settles into a stalemate and then grinds along, waiting to decide what kind of ballgame it’s to become.

With the roof open – a rare occurrence that makes Chase […]

Triple Your Displeasure

I liked the part where Juan Soto tripled. The ball he walloped to deep right at Coors Field in the top of the third Thursday afternoon would have been out of every other park, including the one with the Grand Canyon in it, but triples are fun. We’re here for the fun of baseball, aren’t […]