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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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He Got Us

Many a Met could echo the official team ditty and implore us to hurry up and come on down to meet them as they’ve attempted to be really socking that ball, hitting those home runs over the wall. But only one in recent years had accrued the moral authority to lay on the line what […]

Another Day to Try and Change Our Minds

In the bottom of the fourth, the Cubs tacked on a run when Pete Alonso couldn’t get properly set to take a Jeff McNeil throw from second. The error properly belonged to Pete but went on McNeil’s ledger, becoming his second miscue in as many plays.

More importantly, it made the score 6-1 Cubs, with what […]

Peeking Around Corners

There was a midweek day game peeking out at me from behind a corner. That’s usually how I peek in at midweek day games. The TV in my office isn’t something I can watch full-on directly from my desk; thanks to the modern-enough set’s placement inside an ancient, undersized “entertainment center,” I can only be […]

At the Center of the Circus

On the day Jonah Tong was born — Thursday, June 19, 2003 — the Mets lost 5-1 to the Marlins at Soilmaster Stadium. Mike Bacsik gave up an early three-run homer to Mike Lowell, things got worse in the fifth, and a dreary game eventually expired. I’m sure I was watching and also glad I […]

Sing Along With the New York Mets

“My Girl” you know about — the singalong that accompanies Francisco Lindor‘s ABs is a new tradition that’s all the sweeter for its organic origins and the Mets having sense enough to stay out of the way.

But the crowd at Citi Field wasn’t satisfied with augmenting the Temptations. They did the honors on “Take Me […]

Magic in the Night (Eventually)

“Show a little faith! There’s magic in the night!”

That’s one of Bruce Springsteen’s best-known exhortations, a commandment for wavering lovers, teetering dreamers and yes, fans of oddly underwhelming baseball fans. But until Tuesday night, it had largely fallen flat where the 2025 Mets were concerned.

Until Tuesday night, but not forever.

Game two of the seven-game, two-city […]

Perfect Game

OK, not that kind of perfect game. You probably would have heard about it by now.

But the Mets — because, if there even is a “because,” baseball season is about ebbs and flows, and the sport is essentially and elementally maddening and perverse — played a game Tuesday night that was pretty much near perfect, […]

The Amazing Confounding Mets

Emily and I spent Saturday getting to the summer house in Maine and starting to return it to a vague state of habitability, so the Mets and their adventures were less the centerpiece of Saturday’s doings and more of an accent, followed in spurts and snatches as other things transpired.

Those brief looks, however, revealed the […]

Few Centers of Attention

They changed personnel. They changed locale. Their results didn’t much differ. The post-trade deadline New York Mets lost, 4-3, at Citi Field on Friday night to a San Francisco Giants team that looked familiar, and not just because they were who the Mets took on last weekend, the last time the Mets won a game. […]

Something Tasty Might Be Cooking

Friday night’s was the kind of game you were glad to stay awake for and through. The Mets jumped out to an early lead in San Francisco, built a substantial lead as things reached their midpoint, and tacked on late. Late is pervasive where West Coast start times are concerned. The first inning was late. […]