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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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Self-Esteem Sunday

Contrary to popular perception, the Los Angeles Dodgers do not merely have to throw their gloves on the field in order to defeat the New York Mets. Friday and Saturday, I’m pretty sure all it took was the Dodgers checking in on the MLB Ballpark app. From all appearances, L.A. clicked “win” prior to first […]

Staring Out the Window and Waiting for Winter

A lesser-known quote from the great Rogers Hornsby has been on my mind recently: “People ask me what I do in summer when there’s baseball like this. I’ll tell you what I do. I stare out the window and wait for winter.”

Today is Greg’s recap, I plan to be on the East River in a […]

One Battle After Another

Here’s a free preview of the 2026 Holy Books roundup: It wasn’t Carson Benge‘s fault.

On Friday night Benge made not one but two sparking plays against the Dodgers, first nailing Shohei Ohtani at third when the best player in the history of the game tried to turn a one-handed excuse-me double into a triple, and […]

Still Twelve Shy

Someday, the Mets will do that thing you want them to do. They’ll figure out a place for Brett Baty, whether on the field or in another town. They’ll let a pitcher go as deep as his arm will allow him. They’ll hit a ball past a Brewer with runners on base. They’ll take less […]

The Ol' Switcheroo

Remember the long-ago ad in which they switched a fancy restaurant’s presumably fancy coffee for Folgers crystals? A similar experiment seemed to have happened in Milwaukee Tuesday night.

That was platinum glover Brice Turang looking oddly lethargic on a Carson Benge grounder that wound up bringing in two critical runs, and that was the Milwaukee infield […]

Problems We Can Only Wish We Had

I’m a little worried about Freddy Peralta.

To be clear, I’m not worried about Peralta himself — he’s a rich man, one who’ll soon have a new employer, maybe one who can figure out what’s gone so thoroughly awry with his pitching this season. No, I’m worried about how I react to him. I’ve gone from […]

A Weekend of Ambient Baseball

This lost season has brought some actual good developments, among them Emily and I embracing the joys of “ambient baseball.” That’s baseball as an amiable companion, welcomed but not fussed over, and happening nearby as you have a conversation or eat something or just enjoy a peaceful moment.

You can make an MLB game into ambient […]

One for the Time Capsule

On Thursday evening, the Mets saw fire, or at least the haze from the smoke that wafted down to Philadelphia from Canada, and responded well, all climate conditions considered.

On Saturday afternoon, the Mets saw rain. A start time accelerated by an hour and an eventual 48-minute delay didn’t keep them from appearing all wet.

The James […]

Ron Hunt on the Line

When I learned Friday of Ron Hunt’s passing at age 85, I didn’t think immediately of his status as the first Met All-Star Game starter or his major league record for most times hit by a pitch in a single season. I thought of Ron Hunt calling me.

Ron Hunt called me because I wrote a […]

Where There’s Smoke

Major League Baseball imposing an extended intermission upon its schedule proved absolutely restorative where our parochial interests were concerned. All the Mets needed was a break. A little break. A break a little less long or at least more disjointed than any other team besides the Phillies. We came back from not playing for three […]