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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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Shining Bright on the Days Gone Down

A baseball season is hardly an immaculate grind, and unlike the puzzle with which many of us start our day, solutions can prove elusive. We didn’t know how to solve the 2026 New York Mets season. The grind ground to a halt and therefore solved itself.

Our team played its 162nd game of its allotted 162 […]

It Gets Early Late

It is early fall and late in the season. The weather isn’t interested in helping us sort out contradictions. It came to the Mid-Atlantic region with its own agenda, unaware there is still baseball to be played. The Washington Nationals responded to meteorological realities by rescheduling the second-to-last game of the year, against the New […]

Fifth Among Five

When the Mets completed their series in Texas on Thursday, their record stood at 73-86, despite the current season having little in common with either ’73 or ’86. One night later, in Washington, we definitively find 2026’s companions in other Met seasons.

The Mets have finished alone in last place in…

1962,
1963,
1964,
1965,
1967,
1977,
1978,
1979,
1982,
1983,
1993,
2002,
2003,
and
2026.

Seems like a good idea to […]

Raise the Bar

Get two hits and score one run in the first inning. Get two hits and score no runs the rest of the way. Unless you’re planning on throwing a shutout, you’ve just guaranteed yourself a futile afternoon in Arlington. I don’t know what plans the Mets had, but they didn’t throw a shutout on Thursday. […]

The View From the Other Dugout

Take a moment, if you will, to consider last night from the perspective of Rangers fans — who must exist even though Cap Bingo never seems to turn one up in the New York area:

Oh God we’re tied for first, we’re under .500, and the stupid cheating Astros have the tiebreaker. It’s all kind of […]

The House Next Door to Ragged Disaster Lane

When the bores and bureaucrats tasked with making Major League Baseball worse inflicted interleague play on us, they were thinking of Mets-Yankees and Cubs-White Sox and even, say, Cardinals-Royals. They didn’t have the likes of Mets-Rangers in mind, largely because it’s the kind of matchup you’d grudgingly accept when your little brother has gotten his […]

Feel on the Rain on Your Skin

They aren’t gonna play, are they? Have you seen the forecast? Have you clicked on your weather app of choice a thousand times? I have. Look at those percentages for precipitation for each hour within ZIP Code 11368. At no point on Sunday afternoon do they drop below 60%. Does that mean there’s more than […]

Carlos at the Crossroads

Carlos Beltran isn’t exactly a new entity for this blog — heck, we opened our doors more than two decades ago largely because his arrival seemed to mark a new era for the Mets, and we decided our near-daily emails about the team should be turned into something more public. Greg just wrote extensively about […]

Beltran Like an Icon

We haven’t asked Julio Franco to conjure his connective chronological magic in quite a while, but today — on the heels of one his old teams (the Mets) defeating another of his old teams (the Phlllies, by a score of 6-3, thanks in large part to Zac Thornton’s six innings of sterling pitching and Juan […]

The Mind Goes Back

It was inevitable that the mind would go back to August 2005 and Mike Cameron and Carlos Beltran lying in the outfield grass in San Diego.

That was an afternoon game in California, which meant it was on at the end of the workday here in New York. I heard the collision as I walked out […]