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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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Well That Was Certainly Ridiculous

Welcome to a sunny Friday without a baseball game, which is so weird that I know that come early evening I’ll be poking at my TV remote in consternation until I remember: “Oh yeah, stupid World Cup.”

At least that gives us extra time (see what I did there) to marvel at the Mets’ 6-4 win […]

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 […]

The Kind of Losing That Comes With an Asterisk

The Mets won … it just feels kind of like they didn’t.

Not only did they win, they also did some things pretty impressively. They ground out lengthy ABs. Most everybody pitched well, with Jonah Tong emerging from the scrum of openers and serial relievers with a win and Luke Weaver pantsing Sal Stewart to shut […]

Escaping the Narrative

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 […]

Shine a Little Light

Baseball is a funny game.

That’s one word for it. But what a word — because in English, “funny” has a wide range of meanings. Amusing, yes. But also odd, peculiar, maddening, ironic, unpredictable. You might say it’s a funny word.

For most of Sunday, the Mets played the kind of game they’ve played too often this […]

Things Get Weird in Denver

It’s a baseball rule: Things get weird in Denver.

Imagine you were a Rockies fan who followed the schedule and dutifully showed up at the start time indicated for each game of your team’s three-game set against the Mets. (And why wouldn’t you, after seeing the Rockies whoop up on the Mets back in Queens?)

Monday? Guess […]

Competent in Colorado

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 […]

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. […]

Now We’re Cookin’

“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 […]

Perfect Setup

From innings one through five on Tuesday night, a perfect game took hold at Citi Field. From the sixth through ninth, four more perfect innings were thrown. Selective arithmetic indicates twenty-seven batters came up, twenty-seven batters went down in something approximating succession.

More down than up, per usual, for the New York Mets, noted perfectionists when […]