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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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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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

After the Point Was Made

The funny thing is, I had this series circled on my calendar a long time ago — with an accompanying sense of dread.

The dread was that Pete Alonso would hit at least one big home run and the Mets would fall to the Orioles, with the series loss enough to push them out of serious […]

The Shrugs Have It

After some games, all you can do is shrug.

Even when they come when every game left feels precious.

Even when they come against the Yankees, with all the associated pomp and bother.

Christian Scott was awfully good, giving up solo shots to Ben Rice and Austin Wells. Wells’s drive was even long enough to have been a […]

Taking a Bite Out of the Overdogs

Take that, overdogs!

Putting up 12 runs against the Yankees in their home park won’t change anything about October or much about the trajectory of a disappointing Mets season, but boy was it ever a satisfying way to spend a Saturday afternoon.

Francisco Lindor led off with a line-drive homer into the short porch on Gerrit Cole‘s […]

Weird and Wonderful

Baseball is almost universally weird, but there’s weird by normal baseball standards and then there’s whatever happened to the Mets on Tuesday night in Miami.

Sandy Alcantara reported for duty with his sinker acting as a Mets sleeper agent. That was obvious from the very first pitch of the game, which Francisco Lindor smacked over the […]

The Mirror Crack'd

Saturday afternoon’s game was, essentially, a mirror image of Friday night’s. This time it was the Giants hitting home runs all over the place, a Mets starter who got clubbed early, and the Mets who looked plucky in coming back but were more an annoyance than a threat.

Zac Thornton had one of those games, surrendering […]

Clash of the Non-Titans

“Clash of the titans!” my pal Pete texted from San Francisco, previewing Friday night’s Mets-Giants game.

My response? “Shitty baseball can be fun!”

Hey, sometimes I’m a prophet.

I feel a little bad for Pete, an on-again, off-again fan who chose this year to get more interested in the Giants. Oops — the Mets are bad (news flash) […]