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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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Calvinball Is Always Waiting

Perhaps Tuesday night’s Calvinball exhibition stunned the Mets and Royals into dizziness. Maybe it left them feeling abashed. Possibly it was a bit of both.

Whatever the reason, the two teams played a baseball game that was relatively quiet and normal for most of Wednesday night. Christian Scott was good albeit not in a particularly efficient […]

Not Usually Bored on the Third of July

For America’s 250th birthday, the New York Mets have presented us with a pair of slightly misshapen bookends they’ve been crafting for over a year. The club begs our indulgence regarding the way they don’t quite match. While the Mets realize the Semiquincentennial is an occasion worthy of the bookends’ unveiling, they ask if we […]

Breaking: Mets Win!

It generally happens this way: A team that can’t get out of its own way finally gets out of its own way, and in the aftermath you’re left blinking in surprise and wondering, “What was so hard about that?”

Not that the Mets made it easy from the jump on Saturday. Bryce Harper connected for a […]

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 […]

Warm California Nights

The Mets are 3-0 in Friday night West Coast games in 2026. Maybe they should schedule some more of them. Or maybe we should just play every Friday night from 9:40 PM Eastern time forward, regardless of locale. The same team that toppled the Giants in San Francisco on a Friday night in April and […]

They Don’t Make ’Em Like That Anymore

Saturday afternoon at Citi Field served as the site of several notable transformations. Christian Scott, previously 0-for-15 in his attempts to gain a desirable decision, became a major league winner. Hayden Senger, who bats ninth only because there’s no lower slot listed on a standard lineup card, reintroduced himself as a major league slugger. Bobby […]

Oh, Nothing

What does Christian Scott have in common with Bob Moorhead, Chris Schwinden, Brent Strom, Mike Birkbeck, Collin McHugh and Tommy Milone? They are the only pitchers in Mets history to start at least five games as a Met and never record a victory as a Met starter. Scott holds the record by a mile, with […]

And in the End It All Turned Out OK

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 […]

Triple Your Displeasure

I liked the part where Juan Soto tripled. The ball he walloped to deep right at Coors Field in the top of the third Thursday afternoon would have been out of every other park, including the one with the Grand Canyon in it, but triples are fun. We’re here for the fun of baseball, aren’t […]

May Flowers?

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. […]