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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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Opposite Night!

A team played shoddy defense.

A team saw its relievers struggle.

A team hit balls right at defenders.

A team rallied, sent a strong hitter up in a big spot … and got nothing out of it.

That’s a familiar 2023 script, and it’s what we got on Sunday night, along with ESPN personalities we hadn’t asked for. (I […]

Everything But the 6:44

Almost everything was great Saturday. Really.

The start time, Saturday afternoon at 4:10, was great. As a start time, 4:10 has élan. On any day, 1:10 can be too early, 7:10 too mundane. On a Saturday especially, 4:10 is the sweet spot. You have your day. You have your night. You have your baseball in the […]

The Earth Revolves, the Mets Devolve

Was it David Robertson‘s fault, or just his turn?

The Mets normally reliable post-World Baseball Classic Plan B closer was called upon to protect a 4-2 lead in the eighth against the Giants and started by striking out old friend Wilmer Flores, who’d homered earlier. (With Wilmer, J.D. Davis and a hamstrung Michael Conforto on the […]

Halfway to Probably Nowhere

Three series remain in advance of the All-Star break, a break that can’t come soon enough — or last long enough. I picture various Mets repairing to their country estates or wherever they live, clearing their heads at their pools or in front of their sizable video game consoles and then, properly relaxed, forgetting that […]

There's the Numbness I Hadn't Been Missing

Oh, so we’re back to this again.

On Tuesday night your bloggers were reunited at Citi Field and had a wonderful time, which we would have had anyway but was definitely enhanced by the Mets hitting homers by the bushel and David Peterson being unexpectedly competent. Speaking for myself, I left the park with a certain […]

Two Apples, Almost 700 Mets

She said she’d meet me in the bar
At the Plaza Hotel
Wear a jacket and a tie
‘What’s the occasion?’
She just smiled and she wouldn’t say why
—Long Island’s Own Billy Joel

“6:30 at apple?” landed like a fresh breeze in my inbox Monday evening, a few hours before the person who sent it appeared to all but permanently […]

I Hate This Team

Another night, another loss.

At this point the bad losses — like the two HBP gag job in Philly — are hills breaking the flat endless plain of the more mundane losses, the ones where you have to furrow your brow and remember the details of what exactly sucked more than the background sucking that’s present […]

(What a) Load Management

The Mets won Sunday’s game by three if you’re counting high-leverage relievers rested.

Brooks Raley? Rested.
Adam Ottavino? Rested.
David Robertson? Rested.

Yup, that’s three. Each pitcher pitched some on Saturday, and one of them (Raley) pitched on Friday, and you know what they say about relievers’ arms falling off should you try to use them a second or […]

A Pitcher's Best Friend

“I swear I could tear your throat out right now!”

That was said by a parking-lot attendant at Citizens Bank Park after our friend Jerome pulled an admittedly unconventional U-turn in an effort to escape a tediously slow line of vehicles waiting for spaces.

Welcome to Philadelphia, the City of Brotherly Love! And yes, sometimes the jokes […]

Too Late for Goodbyes

Twenty-six years ago this month, Dave Mlicki ensured he would be remembered forever fondly by Mets fans, and I doubt the reason requires specific explanation here. But on the off chance anybody is just tuning into Mets baseball, Dave started the very first regular-season intracity game for New York’s National League team (which was shaking […]