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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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Don't Interrupt the Mets While They're Being So Un-Metsian

We had guests up here at the house in Maine, so when I got to belatedly check on the Mets I did a double take. NYM 5, ATL 2? Really?

Really. A little sleuthing revealed that Brett Baty had ambushed Bryce Elder with his first career grand slam, following an oh so modern bit of confusion […]

Hobie to Aggie to Weisenburger

I’m happy the Mets have won five of six when they’ve won the five of six, right here, right now. I have no choice in the when of the matter. No use asking where this was when the Mets were in the portion of the season that determined their fate. Five out of six would […]

A Whole Lotta Not Much

If you had plans Saturday night that didn’t involve watching the Mets, well, I applaud your life choices.

Robert Stock was unlucky at first and then had no one to point the finger at unless a mirror was involved, which led to him being left out on the Pittsburgh mound to take a beating. (The modern […]

You Bet Your Beard

Long after the Black Sox scandal shook the faith of fifty million people, yet well before SNY viewers were inundated with lingo-laden advertisements urging us to make the games we’re already watching more interesting, there was betting on baseball, right in the middle of a major league clubhouse — and I don’t mean the one […]

Nolan the Next

In the bottom of the first Thursday afternoon at Cleveland, Nolan McLean threw his first pitch and got his first out on a fly ball to left, making him the soul of efficiency. Then he threw eleven pitches to his next two batters, eight of them balls, giving him two baserunners to negotiate. The next […]

Leap of Faith

“You remind me of Tug McGraw,” Gil Hodges told Ron Santo, regarding Santo’s heel-clicking routine that rubbed opponents the wrong way in 1969. “When he was young and immature and nervous, he used to jump up and down, too. He doesn’t do it anymore.” I’ve always loved that anecdote, recounted in The Year the Mets […]

The First Day of Not Much

Sean Manaea pitched … well, OKish in that he walked a ton of Guardians and gave up hits to more Guardians but somehow emerged from it only mildly scathed. Daniel Duarte, newly shot up the bullpen pecking order by vacancies, pitched well and so did Nate Lavender, finally getting to make his big-league debut. Kodai […]

Attach the Stone of Post-Deadline Rumination

As I saw one trade after another announced in the leadup to 6 PM Monday, my impulse was to frame so many forced Met exits happening at once as some kind of massacre, à la the one that happened late on a Wednesday night a little over 49 years ago, the date of another trade […]

Welcome Back to Garbage Time

Freddy Peralta, Huascar Brazoban and Brooks Raley have followed A.J Minter to greener pastures, with the likes of Luke Weaver and Tyrone Taylor still wondering if they will have new employers come Tuesday when the Mets and Guardians renew their (checks notes) utterly nonexistent rivalry.

I’ll spare you highly amateur scouting: I know no more than […]

Damn Good to See Them

When it comes to retrospection in the moment, the 1986 Mets have become their own version of the 1969 Mets. That is to say, it’s damn good to see them after all these years. It may not produce the electrical charge it used to, but damn good is plenty good.

I attended, in the delightful and […]