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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 11 June 2026 10:37 am
Hey, from my perspective the Mets looked great Wednesday night.
Perhaps that’s because I was on the East River in a kayak for the opening innings, went out to get pizza once I got home, and then watched the Knicks given how things were going. End result: I watched the game for about six minutes and […]
by Greg Prince on 27 May 2026 12:20 pm
“Look for the helpers,” Mr. Rogers implored, and the wishful thinkers in Mets management listened. They didn’t know who was gonna help in Mr. Met’s Neighborhood, but they’d keep looking. As of Tuesday night, the Mets had sought help from 48 players in 55 games. As of Monday afternoon, they had tried only 46 different […]
by Jason Fry on 22 May 2026 8:14 am
I was nervous for much of Thursday afternoon’s game, as the Mets refused to expand on a 2-0 lead that quickly got halved to 2-1. That was too close, with the Nats lurking around waiting to do Natty things (which used to be equally offensive Expo things) and the Mets still laboring beneath 2026’s dark […]
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 Greg Prince on 5 May 2026 12:52 am
What is that baseball club that appears to know what it’s doing and then goes about doing it? Why, I do believe that’s the New York Mets.
The New York Mets visited Colorado on Monday and started playing three hours before they were originally supposed to. That was very competent thinking, given the weather forecast for […]
by Jason Fry on 29 April 2026 10:36 pm
David Peterson was bad and then OK and then bad again and then had a chance to give the karmic wheel another shove: Mets down two in the fourth, bases loaded, James Wood at the plate, 0-2 count.
The 0-2 part was positive considering Peterson has been mashed by lefties and you could argue he shouldn’t […]
by Greg Prince on 24 April 2026 12:21 pm
“It’s :25 after the hour, time for our daily cooking segment. Chef, what do we have on the menu today?”
“Today we’re going to make something I like to call Metropolitan Stew.”
“Metropolitan Stew? Ooh, sounds intriguing!”
“This is the kind of dish you can just toss together on a nippy April night and, if we know what […]
by Jason Fry on 20 April 2026 6:19 am
On Saturday I had nothing to do with the 2026 New York Mets, and honestly it was the nicest day I’d experienced in some time.
Oh, Emily and I kept it Mets-adjacent: We spent the afternoon in the stands at Maimonides Park on one of those “nice in the sun” early spring days, watching the Brooklyn […]
by Jason Fry on 3 April 2026 2:11 pm
Annnnd we’ve reached another milestone a lot earlier than we might have hoped: the season’s first game that I recap belatedly because I can’t stand the thought of reliving it.
If you didn’t see Thursday night’s game, well, good on you for making better life choices than I did. The Mets largely didn’t hit, yet again […]
by Jason Fry on 28 March 2026 11:33 pm
Opening Day brought balmy temperatures, runs a-plenty and good vibes. Most of Game 2, which arrived separated from Game 1 by the usual “rainouts happen” off-day, was the opposite: It was freezing, big hits were conspicuous in their absence, and the vibes were meh with a side of muttery.
David Peterson was very David Peterson: mostly […]
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