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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 2 September 2026 7:37 am
In a lost season, the least the Mets could do was not get beaten by Freddy Fucking Peralta.
That wasn’t quite the only thing I wanted from the dregs of 2026, but it was pretty close to it: Sure, lose eleventy billion games while playing dull, uninspired baseball. Just don’t get beaten by the failed Met […]
by Jason Fry on 29 August 2026 12:19 am
The letters from Uncle Andy’s Baseball Camp have taken a gloomy turn.
Christian Scott looked terrific dueling Hunter Brown — at least until the sixth, when Scott ran out of gas without the warning light coming on, losing the strike zone with head-snapping speed and, as it would turn out, losing the game. Scott’s year has […]
by Jason Fry on 28 August 2026 10:49 am
The Mets, who’d looked so plucky since the trade deadline, seem to have settled back into their extended sag.
On Thursday night nothing went right: Sean Manaea was horrid, getting tattooed by the Brewers and adding insult to his own injury by alligator-arming a throw to first, giving Jackson Chourio an extra out which he turned […]
by Jason Fry on 27 August 2026 7:36 am
The good part of Wednesday night’s game? It was Faith and Fear reunited for the first time since the 2024 postseason, sitting together waaaaay up in the seats where you duck your head to avoid the bellies of planes. We had a grand time taking stock of Andy Green, the Mets’ future prospects, retired numbers, […]
by Jason Fry on 26 August 2026 8:14 am
An oddity as this odd Mets season winds down is that I have remind myself Andy Green‘s top priority isn’t winning games. That’s always welcome, but not job one — job one is to conduct a quasi-instructional camp, in which new guys and new situations get tried out to see what might work in some […]
by Jason Fry on 23 August 2026 9:20 pm
I’ll grant you that we’re grading the post-deadline 2026 Mets on the curve, but still: Aside from the ending, that was a fine way to spend an afternoon.
You had Nolan McLean, with the movement on his pitches baffling the White Sox and sometimes McLean himself. I’m pretty sure what he did to Andrew Benintendi with […]
by Jason Fry on 19 August 2026 7:55 am
It was Fernando Tatis Jr. vs. the New York Mets, and it was no contest.
Zac Thornton‘s first pitch of the game was met with about as perfect a swing as I’ve seen from a baseball player, and the ball came down on the moon.
In the bottom of the second, the Mets scratched and clawed against […]
by Jason Fry on 18 August 2026 8:54 am
Some recaps go for analysis, others go for trying to capture what it was like to be in the moment. And we’ll do a little of that. But sometimes you just want to record what happened and be amazed.
So: Combine the top of the first and the top of the second of Monday night’s Mets-Padres […]
by Jason Fry on 17 August 2026 8:34 am
The 2025 Mets were lousy, basically without interruption, from June until they expired in Miami, with the date on the carton confirming that sour-milk taste you’d been trying to convince yourself wasn’t there really had been. It’s hard to single out games that stuck in the craw when pretty much all of them did, but […]
by Jason Fry on 16 August 2026 10:44 am
Against the Nationals on Saturday, Sean Manaea saw the middle innings go awry and Will Dion pitched capably, an indication that he doesn’t belong anywhere near the Washington bullpen. But that was just the pieces being moved into place for the main event, which explored a fascinating (in a small-f way) philosophical inquiry: The Mets’ […]
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