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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 14 May 2026 7:57 am
In the end it all turned out OK. But wow, what a weird way to get there.
The Mets and Tigers played a very strange ballgame on a raw, chilly Wednesday night at Citi Field — one the kid and I got to see up close. Well, not really up close — we were out by […]
by Jason Fry on 4 May 2026 8:10 am
The Mets beat the Angels (!) Sunday afternoon to take the series (!!), looking impressive in all aspects of the game in doing so. And, as is usually the case when a team that’s been struggling unstruggles, the reaction was, “Gee, was that so hard?”
(Well, my other reaction was “Fuck you, Kurt Suzuki,” but I […]
by Greg Prince on 3 May 2026 2:22 pm
In The Year The Mets Lost Last Place, Ron Santo is spotted in the visitors’ dugout at Shea Stadium, prior to the afternoon game of July 8, 1969, examining the Mets’ starting lineup, one whose components had helped elevate the home team a surprising eleven games over .500 and an even more shocking five games […]
by Jason Fry on 2 May 2026 10:16 am
Through five innings Friday night, the Mets were in a familiar place in Anaheim, one that seemed straightforward to write about even though I really, really didn’t want to.
They were down 3-0 to the Angels and the relatively unheralded Walbert Urena, and they looked like a team in the grip of a collective nervous breakdown. […]
by Greg Prince on 29 April 2026 11:27 am
Called strike three. Seven earned runs in a third-of-an-inning. A long fly ball that dies at the track to seal a stadium’s fate. A throw home from the first baseman that sails over the catcher’s head. A scrub pops a three-run homer. An ear shines.
Some events that have signaled the end of a season or […]
by Jason Fry on 24 April 2026 11:07 pm
I went to my first Mets game of the 2026 season Friday night, and honestly I should have known that was a bad idea.
“No April baseball” is a sensible rule, one I chose to ignore. I layered — boy howdy were there a lot of layers — and it was still cold. Feet like blocks […]
by Greg Prince on 24 April 2026 12:21 pm
“It’s :25 after the hour, time for our daily cooking segment. Chef, what do we have on the menu today?”
“Today we’re going to make something I like to call Metropolitan Stew.”
“Metropolitan Stew? Ooh, sounds intriguing!”
“This is the kind of dish you can just toss together on a nippy April night and, if we know what […]
by Jason Fry on 22 April 2026 11:50 pm
With two outs in the ninth and the Mets up by a skinny run, the Twins’ Brooks Lee slapped a ball into the hole, to the right of fill-in shortstop Bo Bichette. Bichette made a nice play to corral it, threw across his body with everything he had … but no, Lee had beaten it […]
by Greg Prince on 4 April 2026 1:27 pm
Met victories were so plentiful Friday night in San Francisco — for the club as a whole, for Nolan McLean, for power hitting, for clutch hitting, for remaining awake — that one is tempted to relegate to footnote status the little matter of Juan Soto exiting the game early with tightness in his right calf […]
by Jason Fry on 31 March 2026 12:10 am
Bo Bichette knows baseball pretty well, having played a lot of it — and seeing a bunch more before he did that professionally, what with being the child of a fairly renowned big leaguer. So he knows perfectly well that baseball is unpredictable, maddening and shot through with ironies big and small.
Like my blog partner, […]
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