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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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Fifth Among Five

When the Mets completed their series in Texas on Thursday, their record stood at 73-86, despite the current season having little in common with either ’73 or ’86. One night later, in Washington, we definitively find 2026’s companions in other Met seasons.

The Mets have finished alone in last place in…

1962,
1963,
1964,
1965,
1967,
1977,
1978,
1979,
1982,
1983,
1993,
2002,
2003,
and
2026.

Seems like a good idea to […]

The View From the Other Dugout

Take a moment, if you will, to consider last night from the perspective of Rangers fans — who must exist even though Cap Bingo never seems to turn one up in the New York area:

Oh God we’re tied for first, we’re under .500, and the stupid cheating Astros have the tiebreaker. It’s all kind of […]

The Virtues of Patience

Sunday afternoon unfolding as it did at Citi Field indicated patience can be a baseball virtue. Christian Scott had to wait eight days for his next start. Tobias Myers had to wait nearly two months for his next major league appearance. Brett Baty had to wait until the eighth inning to enter Sunday’s game. Mets […]

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) […]

Another Day Off the Calendar

The letters from Uncle Andy’s Baseball Camp have taken a gloomy turn.

Christian Scott looked terrific dueling Hunter Brown — at least until the sixth, when Scott ran out of gas without the warning light coming on, losing the strike zone with head-snapping speed and, as it would turn out, losing the game. Scott’s year has […]

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 […]

Love the Mets You’re With

Let’s go live to the internal dialogue I’ve developed in the wake of the august Mets play of August 2026, right up through their 4-2 victory over the Padres at Citi Field on Wednesday afternoon.

The Mets are winning some baseball games lately.
Yeah, I know. I can read a scoreboard.
No, I mean REAL baseball games.
“No shift, […]

A Cavalcade of Unlikely Events

Some recaps go for analysis, others go for trying to capture what it was like to be in the moment. And we’ll do a little of that. But sometimes you just want to record what happened and be amazed.

So: Combine the top of the first and the top of the second of Monday night’s Mets-Padres […]

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 […]

Leap of Faith

“You remind me of Tug McGraw,” Gil Hodges told Ron Santo, regarding Santo’s heel-clicking routine that rubbed opponents the wrong way in 1969. “When he was young and immature and nervous, he used to jump up and down, too. He doesn’t do it anymore.” I’ve always loved that anecdote, recounted in The Year the Mets […]