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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 28 September 2025 10:21 am
What is it with the Mets, the Marlins and Game 161s? (Games 161? Anyway.)
I’m generally allergic to tidy narratives, but this one was undeniable: John Maine in 2007, Johan Santana in 2008 … and now Clay Holmes in 2025.
No, Holmes didn’t go all the way. But that’s nitpicking — he’s a converted reliever who’s way […]
by Jason Fry on 9 August 2025 10:48 pm
The Mets were playing the Brewers Saturday night.
I had recap.
I went to see “Superman” with my family — a movie I’d already seen.
I did that because I’d reached the point where I can’t stand this team, which right now combines a deep-rooted cruddiness with a magnetic attraction to disaster. Knowing they’ll find a way to […]
by Greg Prince on 9 August 2025 10:54 am
Starling Marte got a good lead off second, had a good jump as soon as Jeff McNeil singled into center, took a good route around third, sped home at a good rate, and made a good slide toward the plate. He did everything well on the two-out play intended to tie the Mets-Brewers game in […]
by Greg Prince on 4 July 2025 2:40 am
Two out of three from Milwaukee…where have we heard that one before? If it wasn’t quite October 2024 at American Family Field in July 2025 at Citi Field Thursday night, at least it wasn’t any more of the second half of this June seeping into this July. Maybe this July will tell a different story […]
by Jason Fry on 3 July 2025 8:00 am
You know it’s bad when you’re relieved your team isn’t playing.
After getting curb-stomped by the 100-loss Pirates, the Mets didn’t play baseball Monday and that felt like a respite. Then they got rained out Tuesday and that felt like a gift. One could be forgiven for thinking, “Maybe they’ll be rained out for the rest […]
by Jason Fry on 4 October 2024 1:16 am
More than once this year, I’ve thought to myself that Pete Alonso would probably be more of a hitter if he were less of a teammate.
But Alonso isn’t capable of that. He cares about his teammates, about the only organization he’s ever known, and yes, about us lunatics in the stands. He wants to come […]
by Greg Prince on 3 October 2024 1:37 am
I had the feeling I was seeing something I hadn’t witnessed before, so I ran through it in my head to confirm. Eleven postseasons. Twenty postseason rounds. Ninety-four postseason games. It took until the respective eleventh, twentieth and ninety-fourth of the above for the New York Mets to do something they’d never done before. Never […]
by Jason Fry on 2 October 2024 6:57 am
It was the ninth inning against the Phillies, 10 days ago, and ESPN’s little win probability thing (a sop to gamblers, but that’s another post) was making me insane.
It said the Phillies had an 8% chance of coming back to beat the Mets, which was obviously wrong. Obviously and deliberately and nefariously wrong. I didn’t […]
by Greg Prince on 29 September 2024 11:54 am
C’mon, Francisco. C’mon, Jose. C’mon, Mark. C’mon, the whole bunch of you, one through nine. It was no use. I called to them through the TV with encouragement by first name or nickname and, save for a single in the first and a double in the fifth, the personal touch was of no use. Nor […]
by Jason Fry on 28 September 2024 12:35 am
Yes, Ramon De Jesus’s umpire scorecard is going to be a thing to behold. (It’ll show up here if you want to torture yourself.) The most egregious missed call was, rather obviously, the ball four on Francisco Alvarez that was called strike three, turning a bases-loaded situation for the Mets into the end of an […]
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