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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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Something Tasty Might Be Cooking

Friday night’s was the kind of game you were glad to stay awake for and through. The Mets jumped out to an early lead in San Francisco, built a substantial lead as things reached their midpoint, and tacked on late. Late is pervasive where West Coast start times are concerned. The first inning was late. […]

Just Watch

“Wanna watch the Mets play the Angels?”
“What’s gonna be in it?”
“Mike Trout.”
“Didn’t he used to be great?”

“A great is a great. Wanna watch?”
“What else is gonna be in it?”
“Travis d’Arnaud.”
“Doesn’t he always kill us?”

“Not necessarily. Wanna watch?”
“What else is gonna be in it?”
“A bullpen game.”
“One of those things with no starters? Don’t those suck?”

“They can, […]

What Summer's Made For

I decided it was time to reintroduce myself to my baseball team.

The Mets entered the All-Star break by losing an annoying game to the Royals, which isn’t exactly a new occurrence in 2025. I didn’t bother with the ASG beyond shrugging at the swing-off, and was relieved to have a few days’ break from this […]

Back...Back...Back...

For weeks on end, the Mets have been given lemons and we made sour faces at the way they played, little lemonade in sight. On Monday night, the Mets were given Angels. They and we chowed down on Angel food cake. It wound up being a much sweeter experience.

Not at first. The Mets had to […]

100 Proof

The Reds got off to a Metslike start on Sunday, so I took that as a good sign. We’re usually the team that gets off to a Metslike start, Metslike start having developed into a synonym for immediate unease. Chance for a big inning. Leave with a run or two at most when there coulda […]

Wright on Schedule

That it was inevitable didn’t make it any less irresistible. The number 5 could have been retired as soon as David Wright took off his jersey in 2018. Many of us mentally reserved a spot for it at Citi Field before Citi Field was announced as the successor facility to Shea Stadium at the outset […]

The Sun Sometimes Comes Out Tomorrow

Twenty-one years ago tomorrow, the surprisingly contending Mets did not look ready for what was hitting them at Shea Stadium, giving up six runs in the first inning. They’d do plenty of hitting themselves before the game was over, and Armando Benitez would come on to get the save, but the Mets didn’t do enough […]

Pete, But No Re-Pete

It’s a Tuesday night in July of 1970. It is the twelfth inning of a 4-4 contest. Pete Rose is on second. Jim Hickman singles into center field. Rose motors around third base. Amos Otis fires to the plate. Rose keeps coming home, regardless that Ray Fosse is blocking his path. The on-deck batter Dick […]

An Old Philosophical Puzzle

And on the last day of the first half,* the Mets presented us with a fan’s oldest philosophical conundrum: Is it better to come back and lose, or not to come back at all?

The philosophy lesson came at the very end: Before that, the Mets followed one of their more frustrating 2025 scripts, in which […]

A Game of Half-Inches

The Mets are a half-game in first place as the final action before the All-Star break approaches. That seems appropriate, given that so much of the Mets’ good fortune seems to depend on opposing baserunners being the equivalent of no more than a half-step off a base while a Met fielder’s tag is touching him. […]