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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 Greg Prince on 26 June 2026 1:45 pm
By the general acclaim of those who interacted with him on a regular basis, Carlos Mendoza was a mensch. It didn’t matter. Consensus rarely pinned on him the bulk of the Mets’ on-field woes that stretched back more than 365 days in the course of the year-plus his ballclub circled the drain. It didn’t matter. […]
by Greg Prince on 26 June 2026 2:54 am
Eric Wagaman was fun, mostly because my friend Ken and I, sitting out in right field, decided in advance of Eric’s pinch-hit home run Thursday night to think of the most random of 2026 Mets as The Waga-Man. After bemoaning that so much of the Met roster has been defined by randomness, we were willing […]
by Greg Prince on 25 June 2026 1:31 pm
Wednesday started, more or less, with Michael Conforto robbing A.J. Ewing of a potential extra-base hit. Conforto was playing right field for the Cubs eleven years after he began playing left field for the Mets. He was the hope of outfield future in the summer of 2015, a first-round draft pick whose elevation to Citi […]
by Greg Prince on 22 June 2026 10:35 am
In the spirit of Norm Macdonald in 1994 on the subject of Kenny G’s new Christmas album, NBC and the Mets teamed up last evening to say, “Hey, happy Sunday night, baseball fans — hope you like crap!”
“In related news, David Peterson will be starting a baseball game tomorrow night on this very […]
by Greg Prince on 18 June 2026 11:57 am
Welcome back to NBC 4 New York’s continuing coverage of this unforgettable day. We now go live to Bruce Beck, who has word of an unforeseen development, as the massive downtown celebration of the NBA champion Knicks takes an unexpected turn.
Natalie, since Lower Broadway was already set up for an UNBELIEVABLE procession, New York City […]
by Greg Prince on 16 June 2026 12:38 am
Twelve runs allowed.
Twelve-run margin of defeat.
Twelve runners left on base.
Twelfth shutout suffered with twelve or more runners left on base in a nine-inning game in franchise history.
You could say 12s were wild for the Mets on Monday night in Cincinnati, except there was nothing that screamed or even whispered “wild” about their 12-0 loss to […]
by Greg Prince on 15 June 2026 2:39 pm
Freddy Peralta has joined Harry Parker and Jerry Koosman in that very exclusive club of Mets pitchers who have started and won on the day after the Knicks have clinched an NBA title. It’s a small sample size, but the Mets are 3-0 in those situations.
May 9, 1970: The Mets and Giants are embroiled in […]
by Greg Prince on 13 June 2026 4:44 am
Like Bob Seger so many summers ago, Bo Bichette woke last night to the sound of thunder. BOOM! before the game. Then he woke the rest of us up. BOOM! in the first inning. BOOM! like crazy in the second. Bo went BOOM! twice in a game that waited for a wicked storm to pass […]
by Greg Prince on 12 June 2026 9:28 am
Between innings on Wednesday night, after a shared reluctance to shvitz our assorted body parts off on Thursday afternoon had pushed up by eighteen hours Stephanie’s and my vague plan to fulfill our even vaguer ambition to go to a game this week, I stared out at Citi Field’s well-manicured lawn with admiration. It had […]
by Greg Prince on 7 June 2026 11:42 am
One final late night West Coast start for 2026 awaited. Its contents were a mystery at its beginning, but you couldn’t be blamed if you sensed in advance something would go awry. Escaping the Metsian temporal cul-de-sac is rarely a breeze.
Saturday. San Diego. After dark. You don’t have to be Joe Piscopo to report that […]
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