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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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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 […]

The Kid from Left Field

The Mets have used a franchise record-tying 64 players thus far this year. The proliferation of personnel has won them 63 games, or approximately one win per player. This ratio doesn’t exactly scream efficient allocation of resources, but that panoply of participants can sure make things exciting. Granted, the churn has backfired 77 times, but […]

Here We Are Again in Sag City

The Mets, who’d looked so plucky since the trade deadline, seem to have settled back into their extended sag.

On Thursday night nothing went right: Sean Manaea was horrid, getting tattooed by the Brewers and adding insult to his own injury by alligator-arming a throw to first, giving Jackson Chourio an extra out which he turned […]

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 […]

Staring Out the Window and Waiting for Winter

A lesser-known quote from the great Rogers Hornsby has been on my mind recently: “People ask me what I do in summer when there’s baseball like this. I’ll tell you what I do. I stare out the window and wait for winter.”

Today is Greg’s recap, I plan to be on the East River in a […]

Still Twelve Shy

Someday, the Mets will do that thing you want them to do. They’ll figure out a place for Brett Baty, whether on the field or in another town. They’ll let a pitcher go as deep as his arm will allow him. They’ll hit a ball past a Brewer with runners on base. They’ll take less […]

Where There’s Smoke

Major League Baseball imposing an extended intermission upon its schedule proved absolutely restorative where our parochial interests were concerned. All the Mets needed was a break. A little break. A break a little less long or at least more disjointed than any other team besides the Phillies. We came back from not playing for three […]