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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 Greg Prince on 12 June 2026 9:28 am
Between innings on Wednesday night, after a shared reluctance to shvitz our assorted body parts off on Thursday afternoon had pushed up by eighteen hours Stephanie’s and my vague plan to fulfill our even vaguer ambition to go to a game this week, I stared out at Citi Field’s well-manicured lawn with admiration. It had […]
by Jason Fry on 16 May 2026 11:15 pm
Mere hours after the latest descent of doom across Mets Land, the team dusted themselves off, went out and beat the Yankees.
I mean, it wasn’t easy — in fact, it was decidedly wacky at times — but a win’s a win, even while wearing absurd asphalt and purple uniforms (the bridgework on the helmets gives […]
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 7 May 2026 12:27 am
It’s a baseball rule: Things get weird in Denver.
Imagine you were a Rockies fan who followed the schedule and dutifully showed up at the start time indicated for each game of your team’s three-game set against the Mets. (And why wouldn’t you, after seeing the Rockies whoop up on the Mets back in Queens?)
Monday? Guess […]
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 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 Jason Fry on 15 April 2026 7:53 am
Nolan McLean keeps getting better and better — but not even he can escape the Mets.
In just his 12th start as a big leaguer (!!!), McLean was nicked for a first-inning run but looked sparkling after that, making the best team in baseball look downright silly for the rest of a long night at Dodger […]
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, […]
by Jason Fry on 26 September 2025 10:41 am
Here’s an interesting exercise: consider how we would have assessed Thursday’s Mets-Cubs finale if it had come in June, or even mid-August.
I probably would have led with an acknowledgment of how much Brett Baty has grown as a player, on both sides of the ball. Baty’s three-run homer off Shota Imanaga in the third made […]
by Jason Fry on 20 September 2025 8:57 am
Defiance isn’t really in our wheelhouse as Mets fans.
Hope? Sure. The sunny version sometimes, though generally that’s only seen in the abstract. Stubborn, scared, trampled but still inexhaustible hope? Now we’re talking — whenever Tug McGraw‘s famous YA GOTTA BELIEVE is invoked, I hear not just the hope but also the desperation — the burden […]
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