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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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Should've Left It at That

Six solid innings from Nolan McLean, followed by a criticism-free inning each from Brooks Raley, Luke Weaver and Devin Williams.

Home runs from Francisco Alvarez and Luis Torrens — the rare Double Catcher Dinger Combo — with a bit of late insurance from Brett Baty.

Sound defense, with a succession of nifty plays from homecoming kid Bo […]

Variations on Losing

So let’s see. The Mets…

…turned Sean Manaea‘s sixth pitch of the game into a 1-0 deficit, as Juan Soto let what should have been a George Springer single bounce over his head, after which it also eluded A.J. Ewing, allowing Springer to dash pell mell around the bases and score.

…hit about eight zillion balls on […]

A Month of Diners and Dodgers

The Mets didn’t play ball in October, and I learned to be OK with that, despite dedicating my waking hours from late March through late September to their ultimately insufficient quest to play ball in October. Maturity being what it is, I grew distant enough from the grating, granular shortfalls of the 2025 season to […]

Expansion Clubs of a Feather

Symptomatic of the proliferation of Interleague scheduling, the Mets opened their home season against the Toronto Blue Jays this past April, winning three straight. It was fun in the moment, even if the moment didn’t portend anything special for the 2025 Mets in the long run. It also didn’t indicate there were any obstacles the […]

Restorative Justice, or At Least Close Enough

The City Connects were the perfect uniform for Saturday night’s Mets game, played in murky gray conditions with an inescapable wet chill, cascades of mist wafting through the air, and any ball that touched outfield grass leaving a spray of droplets to mark its progress.

A surprisingly big crowd showed up despite the obvious attractions of […]

Just-Anotherness Takes a Holiday

The fans who wait for their team to come off the road while the year is still young are rewarded for their patience with two Openers. There’s Opening Day, which is festive no matter that it’s taking place in another ballpark, and there’s a discrete Home Opener, which grants us a second helping of holiday […]

Thought Process No Longer Valid

So, what do I lead with when this no-hitter is over? Bob Moose in 1969? Max Scherzer in 2015? Proof that a no-hitter thrown at the Mets late in a season doesn’t necessarily preclude that season from having a successful (maybe Amazin’ly successful) postseason? That’s a tough sell. I know it’s true, but when the […]

Smooch the Ugly Ones Too

Baseball, I’ve long insisted, is humanity’s acme of artistic expression. But that’s not to say every game is a work of art.

Whatever that was that the Mets and Blue Jays foisted on us tonight would definitely not qualify. It was a mess, with Tylor Megill mowing down anonymous Blue Jay recruits (and a morose-looking Vladimir […]

Baby Gift

On June 18, 2015, an ex-Met pitching for the Blue Jays beat the Mets — not just any ex-Met, but beloved former Cy Young Award winner R.A. Dickey, taking his first turn against his old club since scaling the heights of fame in Flushing. It also wasn’t just any start. Dickey’s dad Harry had died […]

The Creme of the Crap

Thanks to doctor’s orders that didn’t come with an expiration date, I haven’t indulged in an Oreo or, for that matter, a Hydrox in many a year, but I think I still remember the optimal method for sandwich cookie enjoyment:

1) Pull apart.
2) Lick and luxuriate in the creme center (Oreo calls it “creme” rather than […]