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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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Hall Pass

The Mets really could have used another run Saturday. They crossed the plate once in nine innings. Unless their pitchers were crafting a shutout, that wasn’t going to be enough to win their game against the Blue Jays. Collectively, their pitchers held as much fort as they could, giving up only two runs to a […]

Baby Gift

On June 18, 2015, an ex-Met pitching for the Blue Jays beat the Mets — not just any ex-Met, but beloved former Cy Young Award winner R.A. Dickey, taking his first turn against his old club since scaling the heights of fame in Flushing. It also wasn’t just any start. Dickey’s dad Harry had died […]

Max Scherzer Returns

When Max Scherzer starts, which Max Scherzer will we get? The one who’s hypercompetitive, hyperintense and hyperfocused en route to a stifling mound performance? Or the one who’s all those things to less Met-positive discernible effect? Both, as Scherzer nears 40, exist in our world. We prefer the former. We have, for various reasons that […]

A Night for the Grown-Ups

The first half of Wednesday’s game burbled vaguely out of my phone from a waterproof pouch around my neck: It was Opening Day for kayak season, so first I was sitting in a boat off a Brooklyn Bridge Park pier making sure people didn’t drown or do anything dopey and then I was hauling racks […]

Right Where I Left It

The Mets’ losing streak is over — and so, as it happens, is mine.

I went 0 for 2022. Every time I attended a Mets game they lost the damn thing, including two playoff games. The only time they won a game for which I held a ticket was Closing Day, and I bailed out of […]

Big Wheels Keep on Spinning

One-third of a season. Fifty-four games played. Twenty-seven wins. Twenty-seven losses. Each quantity seems well-earned. They’ve been as good as they’ve looked when they’ve won and as bad as they’ve looked when they’ve lost. They’re having two separate seasons in one. The Mets are the epitome of mediocrity.

Befitting the finale of a series played a […]

Forget It Jake, It's Coorstown

Even in this age of humidors, Coors Field still produces games like Saturday night’s, with hits raining down like artillery, big leads proving smaller than they look on paper, a starting pitcher who’s been effective elsewhere left gasping for air, and relievers sawing the bullpen phone off the wall and hiding in that weird little […]

Hijinks Don't Ensue

The Rockies has somehow now been around for 30 years. I was at their first-ever game, which they lost to the Mets at Shea. I watched them beat the Mets behind Dante Bichette in extras at Coors Field’s christening. Since then I’ve seen the Mets play at Coors far too often for my liking. I’ve […]

Succession

Saddled with the understanding that your team is not going to win them all, the best a fan can hope for is an optimal sorting out of the order of inevitable losses. Take the Mets-Cubs series just completed. After competing on a stratospheric high, as the Mets did on their last homestand, they were, because […]

Mets Unplugged

After five days of electric baseball, the Mets once again look like someone pulled the plug out of the wall.

At least — and those are never good words to see up high in a recap — this time they didn’t look flat enough to slip under a door, the way they did in the opener […]