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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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Attach the Stone of Post-Deadline Rumination

As I saw one trade after another announced in the leadup to 6 PM Monday, my impulse was to frame so many forced Met exits happening at once as some kind of massacre, à la the one that happened late on a Wednesday night a little over 49 years ago, the date of another trade […]

Welcome Back to Garbage Time

Freddy Peralta, Huascar Brazoban and Brooks Raley have followed A.J Minter to greener pastures, with the likes of Luke Weaver and Tyrone Taylor still wondering if they will have new employers come Tuesday when the Mets and Guardians renew their (checks notes) utterly nonexistent rivalry.

I’ll spare you highly amateur scouting: I know no more than […]

Oh Sure Now They're Watchable

I shouldn’t be surprised, given how baseball is riddled with ironies, and yet I am: A team about to undergo a trade-deadline sea change is playing its best ball of the season.

(The transformation is already underway, as the Mets have traded A.J. Minter to the Twins for a pair of prospects: Bruin Agbayani, the 19-year-old […]

Self-Esteem Sunday

Contrary to popular perception, the Los Angeles Dodgers do not merely have to throw their gloves on the field in order to defeat the New York Mets. Friday and Saturday, I’m pretty sure all it took was the Dodgers checking in on the MLB Ballpark app. From all appearances, L.A. clicked “win” prior to first […]

One Battle After Another

Here’s a free preview of the 2026 Holy Books roundup: It wasn’t Carson Benge‘s fault.

On Friday night Benge made not one but two sparking plays against the Dodgers, first nailing Shohei Ohtani at third when the best player in the history of the game tried to turn a one-handed excuse-me double into a triple, and […]

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 […]

Certifiably Bonkers, Again

Unfortunately, bonkers wins count the same as ho-hum ones.

The Mets’ 7-6 extra-inning win Monday night in Atlanta was certainly bonkers, even certifiably so. Proof: Juan Soto hit a go-ahead home run into the upper reaches of the Chophouse (rudely interrupting its trajectory to the moon) with two outs in the ninth and there was some […]

Damn Things Echoing Through the Ages

July 4’s delightful defeat in Atlanta had me drawing up a declaration of independence from the remainder of my team’s 2026 contests, so I didn’t particularly mind when the Mets and Braves started off late because of rain down in Georgia — hell, it can rain out the rest of this dreary year for all […]

Should've Left It at That

Six solid innings from Nolan McLean, followed by a criticism-free inning each from Brooks Raley, Luke Weaver and Devin Williams.

Home runs from Francisco Alvarez and Luis Torrens — the rare Double Catcher Dinger Combo — with a bit of late insurance from Brett Baty.

Sound defense, with a succession of nifty plays from homecoming kid Bo […]

Grazing in the Grass

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 […]