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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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I Hate This Team

Another night, another loss.

At this point the bad losses — like the two HBP gag job in Philly — are hills breaking the flat endless plain of the more mundane losses, the ones where you have to furrow your brow and remember the details of what exactly sucked more than the background sucking that’s present […]

A Pitcher's Best Friend

“I swear I could tear your throat out right now!”

That was said by a parking-lot attendant at Citizens Bank Park after our friend Jerome pulled an admittedly unconventional U-turn in an effort to escape a tediously slow line of vehicles waiting for spaces.

Welcome to Philadelphia, the City of Brotherly Love! And yes, sometimes the jokes […]

Another Night in Excuse City

Framber Valdez pitched awfully well. The Astros got some superlative defense from Jeremy Pena, Kyle Tucker and Corey Julks. None of those things were particularly the fault of the Mets.

The rest? Eh. Justin Verlander pitched OK, if his goal was to be the best-paid No. 4 starter in baseball history. I dunno, somehow I thought […]

From Min Back to Max

Last time we saw Max Scherzer he was decidedly min against the Yankees, chiefly because his slider was batting-practice quality, hanging obligingly in the strike zone and waiting to be clobbered by any Yankee who fancied a go.

Scherzer vowed stonily that he would fix the problem, which sounded good but also sounded like the kind […]

Acceptance or Something Close to It

I don’t like being mad at the Mets.

They’re an important part of my life — while I’m not as doctrinaire about it as I was in the not so distant past, it’s odd for me not to see or hear every pitch, and decidedly rare for a game to go in the books wholly unglimpsed […]

Stumbling Into Redemption

Given a choice between a bedraggled, ill-mannered win and a jut-jawed, morally inviolate loss, you take the win every time. And the historical record will show that the Mets beat the Yankees Wednesday night, prevailing 4-3 in walkoff fashion in the 10th at Citi Field.

But if you were watching, you know that “win” is stretching […]

The Absence of Pain

On Saturday afternoon in Pittsburgh the Mets … won a baseball game.

That’s it. They played a baseball game and it ended with more runs for the Mets than their opponents, so they won. That shouldn’t be particularly noteworthy, yet alone breathtaking, yet after the frustrations of Toronto and the horrors of Atlanta and the hungover […]

Fry, the Recapper: A Story of Orange Street

I would prefer not to.

A Familiar Nightmare

White Flight Stadium has been a house of horrors for the Mets for some time now, but the home of the Braves outdid itself Tuesday night, first with a rain delay that didn’t actually feature rain — they watered the goddamn infield when guys could have been playing on it — and then with horrible […]

A Night for the Grown-Ups

The first half of Wednesday’s game burbled vaguely out of my phone from a waterproof pouch around my neck: It was Opening Day for kayak season, so first I was sitting in a boat off a Brooklyn Bridge Park pier making sure people didn’t drown or do anything dopey and then I was hauling racks […]