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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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Raise the Bar

Get two hits and score one run in the first inning. Get two hits and score no runs the rest of the way. Unless you’re planning on throwing a shutout, you’ve just guaranteed yourself a futile afternoon in Arlington. I don’t know what plans the Mets had, but they didn’t throw a shutout on Thursday. […]

The House Next Door to Ragged Disaster Lane

When the bores and bureaucrats tasked with making Major League Baseball worse inflicted interleague play on us, they were thinking of Mets-Yankees and Cubs-White Sox and even, say, Cardinals-Royals. They didn’t have the likes of Mets-Rangers in mind, largely because it’s the kind of matchup you’d grudgingly accept when your little brother has gotten his […]

Taking a Bite Out of the Overdogs

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 […]

Weird and Wonderful

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 […]

Clash of the Non-Titans

“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) […]

Slouching Towards September

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. […]

Welcome to Uncle Andy's Baseball Camp

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 […]

The Opposite of Dispiriting

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 […]

The Takeaways

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’ […]

Don't Interrupt the Mets While They're Being So Un-Metsian

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 […]