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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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Competent in Colorado

What is that baseball club that appears to know what it’s doing and then goes about doing it? Why, I do believe that’s the New York Mets.

The New York Mets visited Colorado on Monday and started playing three hours before they were originally supposed to. That was very competent thinking, given the weather forecast for […]

A Day of Life

The Mets beat the Angels (!) Sunday afternoon to take the series (!!), looking impressive in all aspects of the game in doing so. And, as is usually the case when a team that’s been struggling unstruggles, the reaction was, “Gee, was that so hard?”

(Well, my other reaction was “Fuck you, Kurt Suzuki,” but I […]

New York Mets Anonymous

In The Year The Mets Lost Last Place, Ron Santo is spotted in the visitors’ dugout at Shea Stadium, prior to the afternoon game of July 8, 1969, examining the Mets’ starting lineup, one whose components had helped elevate the home team a surprising eleven games over .500 and an even more shocking five games […]

May Flowers?

Through five innings Friday night, the Mets were in a familiar place in Anaheim, one that seemed straightforward to write about even though I really, really didn’t want to.

They were down 3-0 to the Angels and the relatively unheralded Walbert Urena, and they looked like a team in the grip of a collective nervous breakdown. […]

That Was Some April

A thumbnail guide to the baseball fan calendar:

MARCH
You don’t know anything.

APRIL
You get used to doing this again.

MAY
You won’t remember much of this, but it all counts.

JUNE
You sense you know some things.

JULY
You hope you’ve figured the rest out.

AUGUST
You have to get through whatever comes up.

SEPTEMBER
You discern at last what you’ve been doing if you haven’t already.

OCTOBER
You […]

Make Better Choices

David Peterson was bad and then OK and then bad again and then had a chance to give the karmic wheel another shove: Mets down two in the fourth, bases loaded, James Wood at the plate, 0-2 count.

The 0-2 part was positive considering Peterson has been mashed by lefties and you could argue he shouldn’t […]

Not Now, Nats

Called strike three. Seven earned runs in a third-of-an-inning. A long fly ball that dies at the track to seal a stadium’s fate. A throw home from the first baseman that sails over the catcher’s head. A scrub pops a three-run homer. An ear shines.

Some events that have signaled the end of a season or […]

Keep Three

“Trade or release everybody!” is an understandable if impulsive answer to the question, “What the hell should the Mets do next, now that they’ve been swept at home by the Colorado Rockies, having shown no more than scant traces of life in losing their Sunday doubleheader?”

Within reason, it may also be the correct one.

The Mets […]

Double Your Pain

I went to my first Mets game of the 2026 season Friday night, and honestly I should have known that was a bad idea.

“No April baseball” is a sensible rule, one I chose to ignore. I layered — boy howdy were there a lot of layers — and it was still cold. Feet like blocks […]

Now We’re Cookin’

“It’s :25 after the hour, time for our daily cooking segment. Chef, what do we have on the menu today?”
“Today we’re going to make something I like to call Metropolitan Stew.”
“Metropolitan Stew? Ooh, sounds intriguing!”
“This is the kind of dish you can just toss together on a nippy April night and, if we know what […]