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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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Late March in July

The Mets held a Christmas in July promotion the other night, which apparently inspired a sequel of sorts on Friday when they conducted their business a little like it was the end of March. They had a starting pitcher slated to throw, but then decided they better not let that starting pitcher be seen, lest […]

Oh Sure Now They're Watchable

I shouldn’t be surprised, given how baseball is riddled with ironies, and yet I am: A team about to undergo a trade-deadline sea change is playing its best ball of the season.

(The transformation is already underway, as the Mets have traded A.J. Minter to the Twins for a pair of prospects: Bruin Agbayani, the 19-year-old […]

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 […]

Persons of Disinterest

Major League Baseball commenced its annual draft of amateur players on Saturday afternoon. The Mets made their first selection with the 27th overall pick. Their choice was righthanded pitcher Carson Wiggins, a flamethrower out of Arkansas State. The upside is velocity that has measured 102 MPH. The downside is he’s been working his way back […]

Wayfaring Strangers

Back in the summer of 1975, Joe Torre hit into four double plays as a Met, and cracked that he couldn’t have done it without Felix — meaning Felix Millan, who’d preceded his futility with four singles. The Mets lost, 6-2.

On Friday night the Mets were a lot more democratic in their shared futility, but […]

Please Schedule Our Interventions

When two .410-ish teams get together, one of them has to win, right?

But why is that, exactly?

Imagine if Rob Manfred had marched onto the field in the seventh inning with the score Mets 9, Royals 9, taken the umpires aside and then commandeered one of the mics they use to confirm that they’ve screwed up […]

Grazing in the Grass

Between innings on Wednesday night, after a shared reluctance to shvitz our assorted body parts off on Thursday afternoon had pushed up by eighteen hours Stephanie’s and my vague plan to fulfill our even vaguer ambition to go to a game this week, I stared out at Citi Field’s well-manicured lawn with admiration. It had […]

The Wrong Coast and It Ain't Right

What the Mets did to anger the baseball gods is an interesting question. So is what they did to MLB’s schedule makers.

There they were playing in the middle of the night on the other side of the country, starting their fourth West Coast trip of what’s still a young season, and given all that I’m […]

Queens Body Shop Seeks Help

“Look for the helpers,” Mr. Rogers implored, and the wishful thinkers in Mets management listened. They didn’t know who was gonna help in Mr. Met’s Neighborhood, but they’d keep looking. As of Tuesday night, the Mets had sought help from 48 players in 55 games. As of Monday afternoon, they had tried only 46 different […]

Happens Every Spring

It happens every spring: A Mets loss arrives and then departs eliciting no reaction beyond a vaguely affronted shrug. A loss — striking in a new season where you still remember every twist of every game, but soon to fade into anonymity, becoming part of the blur of series and road trips and homestands and […]