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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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Lovely Story Interrupted

It’s wonderful to be a Mets fan right now. It really is. While everybody tells jokes, the Mets have assembled a Quadruple-A lineup of guys who don’t do too much but do just enough, playing the game the right way, not shooting themselves in the foot and —

DICKEY! WOULD YOU NOT DO THAT? I KNOW […]

We Ain't Half-Bad

OK, actually half-bad is exactly what we are. But compared to what we were not so long ago….

It turns out nothing can stop Dillon Gee except thunder, lightning, lunatic gales and cruel but sensible precautions related to long rain delays and surgically repaired labrums. Our favorite advanced-stats conundrum mowed down the Braves for four innings, […]

That Ken Burns Crap

To be clear, I love Ken Burns — I’m a sucker for every move in his arsenal, from the slow pans of old photos to the sage talking-head in his (or her) study. And I read Bart Giamatti’s invocation of baseball and the seasons at least once a year and wind up sniffling. What I […]

Niese and Easy

Jason Bay is on the bench. David Wright and Johan Santana are on the shelf. Jose Reyes is being poked and prodded like a prize steer by 29 other covetous baseball teams. It’s an unsettling time to be a Mets fan. (Maybe you’ve heard.)

Yet quietly, some of the less-expensive and less-discussed Mets are making strides, […]

Pocket-Sized Classic

Over the years I’ve had the honor — and the anxiety — of introducing a few people to their first baseball game. While I’m sincere in my belief that baseball is the highest art form yet to spring from the human mind, not all baseball games are created equal. For someone’s first three hours of […]

The Confounding Little Team That Sometimes Could

The Mets remain the confoundingest team in the world. Tonight they beat the Braves rather handily behind R.A. Dickey’s fluttering knucklers and Jose Reyes’s regular dose of high-octane awesomeness. They did so by scoring runs early and often against Tim Hudson — enough runs to withstand their own late-inning swoon, as Manny Acosta reminded us […]

Bag Back on Head

The little black cloud narrative of Mets fandom has been overdone in recent years — our team was one good swing away from the World Series in 2006 and played highly meaningful games on the last day of the season in 2007 and 2008, which the good people of Pittsburgh and Kansas City would take […]

They Call It a Loss

I wanted the Mets to win because I’m a Mets fan. That part’s pretty obvious. They’re my company for the good-weather part of the year, an unscripted nightly show. When that show ends well I’m happy. When it doesn’t, I’m not.

I wanted the Mets to win because I like R.A. Dickey. I like the way […]

Sometimes Plan D Works

Dillon Gee wasn’t supposed to be here. Neither was Justin Turner. Or Jason Pridie. Or Ruben Tejada. Willie Harris wasn’t supposed to start. Daniel Murphy wasn’t supposed to play first.

Yet the Mets still won, beating the surprising Charlie Morton and the relatively surprising Pittsburgh Pirates with a flurry of singles and overcoming their usual woes […]

Ugly Early

As baseball fans, we have a lot of phrases we repeat to ourselves to keep watching after things have gone to hell. As Mets fans, I’d wager we have even more of them.

Down 8-1 8-0 [sorry, was apparently huffing paint thinner] after the top of the first? You never know how the other starter will […]