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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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Good Night, Sweet Mets

Most of Sunday afternoon’s game was must-see TV: a taut duel between starting pitchers you didn’t think had it in them. Rick Porcello had his best start as a Met, looking like the pitcher he was before his baffling, seemingly self-inflicted transformation into a pinata. The Braves’ Kyle Wright was fabulous too, throwing strikes and […]

Objects in Rearview Mirror Are Farther Than They Appear

The Mets followed two unlikely good nights in which they got lousy, abbreviated starts but hit and relieved their way out of the mess with a thoroughly bad one: no hitting, no relief, and no help on the scoreboard. None of which is ever good, all of which is really bad when the season’s down […]

The Grinding Down

The Mets played one of their more discouraging games of 2020 on Tuesday night, one that left me so dispirited and annoyed that I decided this morning everyone would be better off reliving the misadventures of Paul Sewald, Jonah, than revisiting what had happened more recently.

Fighting for their lives against the Phillies, the Mets … […]

Sympathy for a Jonah

Welcome to A Met for All Seasons, a series in which we consider a given Met who played in a given season and…well, we’ll see.

Every Met roster seems to have one — a guy who slumps around under a little black cloud, trailed by misfortune both chronic and mysterious. Mysterious because he doesn’t seem to deserve what […]

Bat Men

WHAM! BIFF! SOCK! OOF!

I’d been eager for a view of Sahlen Field, the highest-capacity Triple-A park in the U.S., which a generation ago was talked up as a ready-made big-league park for expansion. (It was also the first park built by the now-ubiquitous HOK, since renamed Populous.) Expansion never happened, but Sahlen is now a […]

A Special One

Welcome to A Met for All Seasons, a series in which we consider a given Met who played in a given season and…well, we’ll see.

July 21, 2004 was a hot and sticky day in New York, with the temperature in the high 80s and a night that didn’t promise to be much more comfortable. The Mets were bumping […]

Beyond Blah Blah Blah

Re Tuesday’s game: Blah blah blah Michael Wacha blah blah blah Orioles blah blah Robert Gsellman blah blah blah blah blah blah five games under .500 blah blah blah blah blah sinking fast.

I could have expanded that to 800 words, but why? Here’s the only analysis that matters: The Mets have 30 percent of a starting pitching staff. Jacob deGrom is […]

The Year of Imponderables

Breaking news: Mets starting pitcher actually gets win!

A Mets starter hadn’t done that in 19 games, tying a club record set in the less than sterling 1980 season. Seth Lugo said “no more” Saturday night, allowing just a solo homer to Rhys Hoskins over five innings and fanning eight. Of course, if Lugo’s starting that […]

That Inevitable Point

It’s a point that arrives in every season. The game where…

…your head and heart aren’t really in it.

…you have a feeling that comeback you’re dreaming of is going to remain just a dream.

…the loss, when it comes, feels both foreordained and like a herald of more to come.

Turns out that point arrives in shortened little […]

The Right Ending, Somehow

The Mets were supposed to be off Thursday, which would have been fitting given the sad news Wednesday night that Tom Seaver — No. 41, the Franchise, the most essential and irreplaceable figure in team history — had died Monday at 75. Thursday would have been a day to mourn and reflect on the memory […]