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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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by Greg Prince on 22 August 2026 11:37 am
For most of my life, my relationship to needles has been a matter of bracing for the absolute worst and reacting to them as if they definitely are. Once in a while, if a medical professional is coming at my anatomy in a spot where I’m not used to it, I will still yelp and […]
by Greg Prince on 20 August 2026 2:07 pm
Let’s go live to the internal dialogue I’ve developed in the wake of the august Mets play of August 2026, right up through their 4-2 victory over the Padres at Citi Field on Wednesday afternoon.
The Mets are winning some baseball games lately.
Yeah, I know. I can read a scoreboard.
No, I mean REAL baseball games.
“No shift, […]
by Jason Fry on 19 August 2026 7:55 am
It was Fernando Tatis Jr. vs. the New York Mets, and it was no contest.
Zac Thornton‘s first pitch of the game was met with about as perfect a swing as I’ve seen from a baseball player, and the ball came down on the moon.
In the bottom of the second, the Mets scratched and clawed against […]
by Jason Fry on 18 August 2026 8:54 am
Some recaps go for analysis, others go for trying to capture what it was like to be in the moment. And we’ll do a little of that. But sometimes you just want to record what happened and be amazed.
So: Combine the top of the first and the top of the second of Monday night’s Mets-Padres […]
by Jason Fry on 17 August 2026 8:34 am
The 2025 Mets were lousy, basically without interruption, from June until they expired in Miami, with the date on the carton confirming that sour-milk taste you’d been trying to convince yourself wasn’t there really had been. It’s hard to single out games that stuck in the craw when pretty much all of them did, but […]
by Greg Prince on 16 August 2026 1:03 pm
Tie it in the eighth, win it in the twelfth. Blow a lead, get it back. Take as long as you need for more runs than them, provided you prevail. Break a deadlock and hold your ground. Romp from jump.
As long as nobody gets hurt, there are no bad ways to win a ballgame. But […]
by Jason Fry on 16 August 2026 10:44 am
Against the Nationals on Saturday, Sean Manaea saw the middle innings go awry and Will Dion pitched capably, an indication that he doesn’t belong anywhere near the Washington bullpen. But that was just the pieces being moved into place for the main event, which explored a fascinating (in a small-f way) philosophical inquiry: The Mets’ […]
by Greg Prince on 15 August 2026 2:24 pm
In the course of three starts in his second term as a Met, Robert Stock has reminded me in some way, shape, or form of five different Met pitchers who came before him.
Rick Anderson, a 29-year-old career minor leaguer, was called up as a stopgap starter in June of 1986. Hard to believe the 1986 […]
by Jason Fry on 13 August 2026 8:12 am
The Mets seem to have thudded back to Earth after their briefly winged tour of Cleveland and Pittsburgh … or perhaps it would be more accurate to say that a habitually ground-bound team is once again craning its collective neck to peer up at the clouds and wondering what the world looks like to entities […]
by Greg Prince on 12 August 2026 12:11 pm
The Mets through Monday had me so giddy of late, I was contemplating them in terms of borrowed memes.
My closer’s Senga
My ace Manaea
The offense is leavened
Mets in Twenty-Seven
Then, on Tuesday in Atlanta, the bats fell flat and the Mets got shut out (or, as it’s articulated in Wagstaff, “shutouted”). When they’re not raising hopes, they’re […]
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