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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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Nobody Sits, Nobody Hits

The most delightful aspect of the 2021 Mets to date that hasn’t involved Jacob deGrom pitching and hitting has been the emergence of the self-anointed Bench Mob, the aggregation of heretofore part-timers who’ve produced plentifully when called on, which has also plentifully. Riding to our injury-riddled rescue in the grand tradition of Bambi’s Bandits, Hondo’s […]

Tag Him Again, Brewers

The eleventh inning was rolling around
The opposing offenses were making no sound
Boyer the Brewer was manning the mound

Blaine looked to the plate
As the hour grew late
Asdrubal Cabrera was the hitter he found

Cabrera commenced
To single to right
To all, perhaps
An Asdrubal good night?

Flores was the Met
Seen teeing off next
A double to left
Thus entered the text

Cabrera wasn’t swift […]

Land of the Declining Mets

Mets alumni news you’ve probably heard this spring:

• Jose Reyes is a Miami Marlin.
• Carlos Beltran is a St. Louis Cardinal.
• Angel Pagan is a San Francisco Giant.
• Robin Ventura is the manager of the Chicago White Sox.
• Bobby Valentine is the manager of the Boston Red Sox.

Mets alumni news you might have missed:

• Lastings […]

I'll Miss Chris

For several hours Thursday I grappled with a modest identity crisis. My lifelong affiliation with the Capricorn party was cast into doubt by an astrological development that claimed I was actually a Sagittarius. I haven’t eyeballed my horoscope in decades, yet being a Capricorn — goat horns and all — has always been as much […]

Calms Before and After Storms

If a manager and a general manager fall in the forest of rumors and you don’t hear it, did it happen? If the buzz surrounding a potential double-dismissal drowns out the noise from a walkoff home run, did the dinger make a sound? And if you’re standing in a deserted dugout after batting practice has […]

Damned Season Extended

’Twas a victory of and for the Damned. Damned Castillo. Damned Francoeur. Damned Rodriguez. Damned Mets and their perpetually damning fans.

We won the damn thing!

Y’know what, I’m not even gonna give ya the spiel about it’s just one game. Of course it’s just one game. That’s what a baseball season is: 162 episodes of just […]

Hotter Than Baltimore in June

Call it a laugher that didn’t seem that funny at the beginning.

Despite it being hot enough in Baltimore to turn steel into taffy, Mike Pelfrey couldn’t seem to get loose. Or something else was wrong with him for a worrisome percentage of the game: From the beginning we were faced with the old Pelf, looking […]

R.A. Dickey: More Rad than Icky

I have adopted a new all-purpose rating system lately, inspired by the presence on the New York Mets pitching staff of a certain knuckleballing journeyman who has won our hearts and made me lose my mind.

• If I like something, it is “rad”.

• If I don’t care for it, it is “icky”.

Why have I decided […]

Jeff Straightens Out Mets

The setting: Visitors clubhouse, Turner Field
The time: Monday night, moments before first pitch
The speaker: New York Mets chief operating officer Jeff Wilpon

Boys, gather round. You’ve got a big game coming up in a few minutes, and I wanna set you all of base monkeys straight. I didn’t fly into Atlanta to fire anybody, no sirree […]

Mama Told Me There Wouldn't Usually Be Days Like These

Even fans of juggernauts endure a fair number of four-run deficits in the eighth, as games that haven’t felt particularly close trudge to a merciful conclusion. Being a baseball fan means putting up with God knows how many such affairs — lousy, irritating games that you stick with because bad baseball is ever so slightly […]