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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 14 July 2025 10:40 am
And on the last day of the first half,* the Mets presented us with a fan’s oldest philosophical conundrum: Is it better to come back and lose, or not to come back at all?
The philosophy lesson came at the very end: Before that, the Mets followed one of their more frustrating 2025 scripts, in which […]
by Jason Fry on 9 July 2025 12:18 am
So you want to be a big-league pitcher?
Baltimore’s Brandon Young entered the game sporting an ERA north of seven — hmm, come to think of it that’s less “sporting” than “lugging” or “enduring.” But there’s a reason they actually play the games: Young looked terrific against the Mets, allowing just a pair of hits in […]
by Jason Fry on 7 July 2025 7:20 pm
Funny what a week can do. Last Monday, we were all grateful the Mets didn’t have to play baseball following a long weekend’s disaster in Pittsburgh — and not terribly distressed when Tuesday was also a washout. Now, it feels a little irritating to not be tuning in to watch them.
On Sunday the Mets battled […]
by Jason Fry on 5 July 2025 10:45 pm
The Mets and Yankees spent Saturday afternoon wailing away at each other like concussed prizefighters, as balls were flying out of Citi Field and pitchers took the mound looking like they were bracing for impact.
The Mets struck first, with Brandon Nimmo connecting for a grand slam off Carlos Rodon in the bottom of the first. […]
by Jason Fry on 3 July 2025 8:00 am
You know it’s bad when you’re relieved your team isn’t playing.
After getting curb-stomped by the 100-loss Pirates, the Mets didn’t play baseball Monday and that felt like a respite. Then they got rained out Tuesday and that felt like a gift. One could be forgiven for thinking, “Maybe they’ll be rained out for the rest […]
by Jason Fry on 30 June 2025 8:19 am
So the Mets had another team meeting … and things got worse.
Worse as in 12-1, worse as in out of it by the top of the second, worse as in Travis Jankowski finished up on the mound (before seeing a 2025 Mets AB, no less). Frankie Montas was terrible, the relievers who followed him weren’t […]
by Jason Fry on 29 June 2025 9:41 am
Honestly the rain delay was the best part.
The Mets led 1-0 in the top of the second on Saturday and were at least mildly threatening to lead by more, with Mark Vientos at the plate against the Pirates’ Bailey Falter, two outs and runners on first and second.
Then the skies opened up. It would be […]
by Jason Fry on 27 June 2025 12:15 am
Is this glass half-empty or half-full? Griffin Canning left early with an ankle injury, one that looked innocuous on the field but decidedly less so when Canning had to be helped to the dugout. (It appears to be an Achilles injury, which would quite likely be season-ending.) But even as dark clouds gathered overhead, the […]
by Jason Fry on 23 June 2025 11:10 pm
Does it count as progress if the Mets lose but it’s merely discouraging and not actively humiliating?
Monday night’s game was more drab and disheartening baseball. Paul Blackburn was lucky not to get driven from the game down six or seven, as he got help from Braves baserunning mistakes and atom balls that found Met gloves. […]
by Jason Fry on 23 June 2025 8:38 am
Ebbs and flows, flows and ebbs. A baseball season is filled with them — stretches in which a band of players watch everything they touch turn into Ws and others in which their incompetence is so bafflingly chronic that you half-believe it’s deliberate. Those who have played the game will always have a leg up […]
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