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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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by Jason Fry on 13 September 2026 8:59 am
Take that, overdogs!
Putting up 12 runs against the Yankees in their home park won’t change anything about October or much about the trajectory of a disappointing Mets season, but boy was it ever a satisfying way to spend a Saturday afternoon.
Francisco Lindor led off with a line-drive homer into the short porch on Gerrit Cole‘s […]
by Jason Fry on 9 September 2026 8:20 am
Baseball is almost universally weird, but there’s weird by normal baseball standards and then there’s whatever happened to the Mets on Tuesday night in Miami.
Sandy Alcantara reported for duty with his sinker acting as a Mets sleeper agent. That was obvious from the very first pitch of the game, which Francisco Lindor smacked over the […]
by Jason Fry on 5 September 2026 11:16 am
“Clash of the titans!” my pal Pete texted from San Francisco, previewing Friday night’s Mets-Giants game.
My response? “Shitty baseball can be fun!”
Hey, sometimes I’m a prophet.
I feel a little bad for Pete, an on-again, off-again fan who chose this year to get more interested in the Giants. Oops — the Mets are bad (news flash) […]
by Greg Prince on 31 August 2026 12:00 pm
At one end of the rickety Passarelle Boardwalk, the US Open was just getting going. I shared my LIRR train from Woodside with people who were far too clean, fit, and stylish to be going to the other end of those dubious planks. Not exactly a slobs versus snobs scenario, but our differences were palpable. […]
by Jason Fry on 26 August 2026 8:14 am
An oddity as this odd Mets season winds down is that I have remind myself Andy Green‘s top priority isn’t winning games. That’s always welcome, but not job one — job one is to conduct a quasi-instructional camp, in which new guys and new situations get tried out to see what might work in some […]
by Jason Fry on 17 August 2026 8:34 am
The 2025 Mets were lousy, basically without interruption, from June until they expired in Miami, with the date on the carton confirming that sour-milk taste you’d been trying to convince yourself wasn’t there really had been. It’s hard to single out games that stuck in the craw when pretty much all of them did, but […]
by Jason Fry on 16 August 2026 10:44 am
Against the Nationals on Saturday, Sean Manaea saw the middle innings go awry and Will Dion pitched capably, an indication that he doesn’t belong anywhere near the Washington bullpen. But that was just the pieces being moved into place for the main event, which explored a fascinating (in a small-f way) philosophical inquiry: The Mets’ […]
by Jason Fry on 11 August 2026 11:45 am
We had guests up here at the house in Maine, so when I got to belatedly check on the Mets I did a double take. NYM 5, ATL 2? Really?
Really. A little sleuthing revealed that Brett Baty had ambushed Bryce Elder with his first career grand slam, following an oh so modern bit of confusion […]
by Greg Prince on 8 August 2026 2:44 pm
Long after the Black Sox scandal shook the faith of fifty million people, yet well before SNY viewers were inundated with lingo-laden advertisements urging us to make the games we’re already watching more interesting, there was betting on baseball, right in the middle of a major league clubhouse — and I don’t mean the one […]
by Jason Fry on 8 July 2026 12:05 am
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 […]
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