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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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Wonderful and Awful

The Mets won a misbegotten mess of a game against the Pirates Monday night, a contest simultaneously wonderful and awful, with eerily parallel mistakes ahead of a Mets closing kick that left you asking, “Wasn’t there an easier way to get here?”

Nothing seemed all that stange in the early innings, as David Peterson (excellent) dueled […]

Oh Yes, It’s Baty’s Night

For Cubs fans, Saturday night centered on the successful major league debut of hot pitching prospect Cade Horton. We saw for ourselves what the heat was all about, as Cade made Citi Field hay of just about every Met batter for four innings (the second through fifth) except for one, our own hot prospect of […]

Blithe Assumptions

Hey Mets fans? Which National League teams do you hate?

The most common answer is that we hate — in the operatic sports pantomime sense of the word, you understand — the Braves and the Phillies. This is the way of the world, as those two teams are our principal antagonists in the National League East. […]

And It’s Only April

“No way we were losing that game!” I exclaimed the instant after we won that game, “that game” being Wednesday afternoon’s ten-inning thriller at Citi Field and “we” being the New York Mets, with me implicit in the first-person plural. Of course there were many ways we could have lost that game, as most games […]

Moments for Mets

The Mets won again, once again by not scoring a bunch of runs but getting remarkable pitching. Remarkable pitching … and having every key moment go their way. Which, granted, is often two different ways of saying the same thing.

I started off listening to Howie and Keith in my backyard and then moved to watching […]

Several Kinds of Wonderful

Yeah! Luis Torrens! The backup catcher thrust into near-everyday action is the hero in the bottom of the eighth, rescuing the Mets with a double all the way down the left field line, scoring Brandon Nimmo from second, salvaging an inning that nearly went by the wayside on the basepaths, breaking a tie, and positioning […]

We Love Our Red-Headed Stepchild Wins All the Same

The Mets’ current formula for being 12-7 … well, it’s working while not seeming like a particularly good idea.

They pitch impeccably, which you don’t need to be a lifetime baseball fan to know isn’t sustainable, and they hit … hmm, how to describe this part? Minimally? Sporadically? Just enoughally?

Thursday night’s game followed this odd, not particularly […]

Railway Companion

I turned on the Mets game a couple of minutes after my Metro-North train starting trundling south out of Waterbury, Conn., picking up the voices of Keith Raad and Pat McCarthy from distant West Sacramento. I switched trains in Bridgeport as old friend Luis Severino won an extended battle with Brett Baty even as he […]

When the Offense Passes You Over

No doubt as the Mets’ traveling party gathered for its team Seder on Saturday evening in Sacramento, one of the elder statesmen at the table — my guess is bench coach John Gibbons — noted that the 3-1 score by which the club lost in the afternoon was the first 3-1 loss the Mets had […]

Aw, Snap

Oh, right. Winning streaks don’t continue into eternity. I’d almost forgotten.

If the Mets had to lose for the first time after doing nothing but winning for six games, the way they went down on a chilly, sunny Wednesday at Citi Field was about as acceptable an aberration applicable to the assignment as could be asked […]