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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 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 […]
by Greg Prince on 26 December 2025 8:06 pm
Previously on Flashback Friday…
A little piece of me is always watching the Mets in 1970.
Mostly I was enchanted with the possibility that the Mets would win the World Series in 1975.
I was in love with the 1980 Mets. They weren’t the first Mets team I was ever hung up on, but I think, given where […]
by Jason Fry on 24 September 2025 12:25 am
In the bottom of the fourth, the Cubs tacked on a run when Pete Alonso couldn’t get properly set to take a Jeff McNeil throw from second. The error properly belonged to Pete but went on McNeil’s ledger, becoming his second miscue in as many plays.
More importantly, it made the score 6-1 Cubs, with what […]
by Jason Fry on 17 September 2025 11:27 pm
Here’s a sign of progress: The Mets lost, and I wasn’t mad at them.
Last week? I was incensed to an unhealthy degree by everything they did wrong, waiting with teeth bared for them to shoot themselves in the foot again. But Wednesday night? Yes, David Peterson gave up a grand slam to turn a 2-2 […]
by Greg Prince on 31 August 2025 11:10 am
My whole life as a sports fan, I’ve seen teams seek “Wild Card” spots in playoffs and understood Wild Card to mean “not a division winner,” without ever really stopping to think of the term’s implication away from sports. To be certain I had it straight, I went to the dictionary (well, a dictionary site) […]
by Jason Fry on 25 August 2025 7:43 am
It’s a basic rule that you cannot, in fact, win ’em all.
It’s also a common error as a baseball fan to forget this bedrock truth.
It sure felt like the Mets would win ’em all, or at least this next quantum in the set, when Mark Vientos blasted an early two-run homer off Bryce Elder to […]
by Jason Fry on 20 August 2025 8:47 am
OK, not that kind of perfect game. You probably would have heard about it by now.
But the Mets — because, if there even is a “because,” baseball season is about ebbs and flows, and the sport is essentially and elementally maddening and perverse — played a game Tuesday night that was pretty much near perfect, […]
by Jason Fry on 14 August 2025 7:04 am
Perhaps the only good thing about Wednesday night’s belated loss to the Braves was that I found it hard to take it personally.
I imagine it isn’t fun to watch from the root cellar as a tornado reduces the house to kindling. But I also imagine one doesn’t feel singled out to be in the path […]
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