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ABOUT US
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 Jason Fry on 9 May 2026 11:36 pm
I hated the fact that on Saturday night the Mets lost to the Diamondbacks, 2-1.
I hated that the Mets lost largely because they’ve once again forgotten how to hit. Brett Baty drove in Marcus Semien with a double in the second inning, and if you reached back to Friday night’s 10th inning uprising you might […]
by Jason Fry on 7 May 2026 12:27 am
It’s a baseball rule: Things get weird in Denver.
Imagine you were a Rockies fan who followed the schedule and dutifully showed up at the start time indicated for each game of your team’s three-game set against the Mets. (And why wouldn’t you, after seeing the Rockies whoop up on the Mets back in Queens?)
Monday? Guess […]
by Jason Fry on 4 May 2026 8:10 am
The Mets beat the Angels (!) Sunday afternoon to take the series (!!), looking impressive in all aspects of the game in doing so. And, as is usually the case when a team that’s been struggling unstruggles, the reaction was, “Gee, was that so hard?”
(Well, my other reaction was “Fuck you, Kurt Suzuki,” but I […]
by Jason Fry on 2 May 2026 10:16 am
Through five innings Friday night, the Mets were in a familiar place in Anaheim, one that seemed straightforward to write about even though I really, really didn’t want to.
They were down 3-0 to the Angels and the relatively unheralded Walbert Urena, and they looked like a team in the grip of a collective nervous breakdown. […]
by Jason Fry on 29 April 2026 10:36 pm
David Peterson was bad and then OK and then bad again and then had a chance to give the karmic wheel another shove: Mets down two in the fourth, bases loaded, James Wood at the plate, 0-2 count.
The 0-2 part was positive considering Peterson has been mashed by lefties and you could argue he shouldn’t […]
by Jason Fry on 24 April 2026 11:07 pm
I went to my first Mets game of the 2026 season Friday night, and honestly I should have known that was a bad idea.
“No April baseball” is a sensible rule, one I chose to ignore. I layered — boy howdy were there a lot of layers — and it was still cold. Feet like blocks […]
by Jason Fry on 22 April 2026 11:50 pm
With two outs in the ninth and the Mets up by a skinny run, the Twins’ Brooks Lee slapped a ball into the hole, to the right of fill-in shortstop Bo Bichette. Bichette made a nice play to corral it, threw across his body with everything he had … but no, Lee had beaten it […]
by Jason Fry on 20 April 2026 6:19 am
On Saturday I had nothing to do with the 2026 New York Mets, and honestly it was the nicest day I’d experienced in some time.
Oh, Emily and I kept it Mets-adjacent: We spent the afternoon in the stands at Maimonides Park on one of those “nice in the sun” early spring days, watching the Brooklyn […]
by Jason Fry on 15 April 2026 7:53 am
Nolan McLean keeps getting better and better — but not even he can escape the Mets.
In just his 12th start as a big leaguer (!!!), McLean was nicked for a first-inning run but looked sparkling after that, making the best team in baseball look downright silly for the rest of a long night at Dodger […]
by Jason Fry on 14 April 2026 8:13 am
Not having grown up a Yankees fan, I always thought that as a broadcaster, well, Phil Rizzuto sure was a Yankee legend.
But Rizzuto had a bit of scorekeeping shorthand that I always loved for its combination of honesty and puckishness: WW, which stood for “Wasn’t Watching.”
I thought of the Scooter in the bottom of the […]
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