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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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One for the Time Capsule

On Thursday evening, the Mets saw fire, or at least the haze from the smoke that wafted down to Philadelphia from Canada, and responded well, all climate conditions considered.

On Saturday afternoon, the Mets saw rain. A start time accelerated by an hour and an eventual 48-minute delay didn’t keep them from appearing all wet.

The James […]

Ron Hunt on the Line

When I learned Friday of Ron Hunt’s passing at age 85, I didn’t think immediately of his status as the first Met All-Star Game starter or his major league record for most times hit by a pitch in a single season. I thought of Ron Hunt calling me.

Ron Hunt called me because I wrote a […]

Where There’s Smoke

Major League Baseball imposing an extended intermission upon its schedule proved absolutely restorative where our parochial interests were concerned. All the Mets needed was a break. A little break. A break a little less long or at least more disjointed than any other team besides the Phillies. We came back from not playing for three […]

The Representative from New York

An All-Star Game devoid of highlights offered its most satisfying moment before its first pitch Tuesday night when each starter from both leagues came out to sign, with a feathered quill, an oversized lineup card that looked like it had been printed 250 years ago. It was a bit that couldn’t have more Philadelphia-coded had […]

The Kirk Nieuwenhuis Curse?

On July 12, 2015, a curious Met void was filled when Kirk Nieuwenhuis homered not once, not twice, but thrice at Citi Field, leading his team over the visiting Arizona Diamondbacks, 5-3, in the final game before the All-Star break. Until that Sunday afternoon, no Met had ever hit three home runs in a home […]

Persons of Disinterest

Major League Baseball commenced its annual draft of amateur players on Saturday afternoon. The Mets made their first selection with the 27th overall pick. Their choice was righthanded pitcher Carson Wiggins, a flamethrower out of Arkansas State. The upside is velocity that has measured 102 MPH. The downside is he’s been working his way back […]

Wayfaring Strangers

Back in the summer of 1975, Joe Torre hit into four double plays as a Met, and cracked that he couldn’t have done it without Felix — meaning Felix Millan, who’d preceded his futility with four singles. The Mets lost, 6-2.

On Friday night the Mets were a lot more democratic in their shared futility, but […]

A Very Bonnie Win

Every now and then, the Mets fall apart. Take Sean Manaea. Thursday afternoon under cloudy skies against the visiting Royals, he was totally blitzed at the start by Lane Thomas’s leadoff home run. Did we get a little terrified? At the very least, everything looked dim to us, but then our Comeback Lefty of the […]

Calvinball Is Always Waiting

Perhaps Tuesday night’s Calvinball exhibition stunned the Mets and Royals into dizziness. Maybe it left them feeling abashed. Possibly it was a bit of both.

Whatever the reason, the two teams played a baseball game that was relatively quiet and normal for most of Wednesday night. Christian Scott was good albeit not in a particularly efficient […]

Please Schedule Our Interventions

When two .410-ish teams get together, one of them has to win, right?

But why is that, exactly?

Imagine if Rob Manfred had marched onto the field in the seventh inning with the score Mets 9, Royals 9, taken the umpires aside and then commandeered one of the mics they use to confirm that they’ve screwed up […]