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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 14 September 2026 8:13 am
After some games, all you can do is shrug.
Even when they come when every game left feels precious.
Even when they come against the Yankees, with all the associated pomp and bother.
Christian Scott was awfully good, giving up solo shots to Ben Rice and Austin Wells. Wells’s drive was even long enough to have been a […]
by Greg Prince on 7 September 2026 2:03 am
Sunday afternoon unfolding as it did at Citi Field indicated patience can be a baseball virtue. Christian Scott had to wait eight days for his next start. Tobias Myers had to wait nearly two months for his next major league appearance. Brett Baty had to wait until the eighth inning to enter Sunday’s game. Mets […]
by Greg Prince on 29 August 2026 7:02 pm
On Saturday afternoon, Nolan McLean was pretty darn beautiful, with an array of hitters and fielders supporting him in his attractiveness. Nolan went seven, giving up just a first-inning run. Juan Soto returned with a big RBI single. Jared Young — the Jonathan Pintaro or perhaps Daniel Duarte of the starting lineup — quietly chipped […]
by Jason Fry on 29 August 2026 12:19 am
The letters from Uncle Andy’s Baseball Camp have taken a gloomy turn.
Christian Scott looked terrific dueling Hunter Brown — at least until the sixth, when Scott ran out of gas without the warning light coming on, losing the strike zone with head-snapping speed and, as it would turn out, losing the game. Scott’s year has […]
by Greg Prince on 23 August 2026 1:29 pm
I wasn’t wishing any ill will toward Huascar Brazobán when he came into Saturday night’s game to face his former team, beyond hoping his former team would rough him up gently.
It was the seventh inning of a game the Mets were leading, 7-5, an evening pervaded by the sense that this game could be going […]
by Jason Fry on 17 August 2026 8:34 am
The 2025 Mets were lousy, basically without interruption, from June until they expired in Miami, with the date on the carton confirming that sour-milk taste you’d been trying to convince yourself wasn’t there really had been. It’s hard to single out games that stuck in the craw when pretty much all of them did, but […]
by Jason Fry on 11 August 2026 11:45 am
We had guests up here at the house in Maine, so when I got to belatedly check on the Mets I did a double take. NYM 5, ATL 2? Really?
Really. A little sleuthing revealed that Brett Baty had ambushed Bryce Elder with his first career grand slam, following an oh so modern bit of confusion […]
by Greg Prince on 30 July 2026 12:44 pm
When the Mets edged the Braves in the afternoon portion of Wednesday’s day-night “doubleheader” at Citi Field (if they scan for tickets twice, then it’s really just two wholly separate games played on the same day), it was both satisfying and mystifying. The satisfaction came mainly from the Mets having extended a winning streak to […]
by Greg Prince on 23 July 2026 1:26 pm
Someday, the Mets will do that thing you want them to do. They’ll figure out a place for Brett Baty, whether on the field or in another town. They’ll let a pitcher go as deep as his arm will allow him. They’ll hit a ball past a Brewer with runners on base. They’ll take less […]
by Greg Prince on 17 July 2026 1:05 pm
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 […]
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