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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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A Month of Diners and Dodgers

The Mets didn’t play ball in October, and I learned to be OK with that, despite dedicating my waking hours from late March through late September to their ultimately insufficient quest to play ball in October. Maturity being what it is, I grew distant enough from the grating, granular shortfalls of the 2025 season to […]

Better Timing, At Least

Sure, it was horrible and painful like it was horrible and painful some 66 hours before, but at least it didn’t happen at one in the morning. So we had that going for us.

Otherwise, Thursday’s West Coast matinee beamed east with something approximating the atrocious ending that marred Tuesday’s late-night implosion. The revised edition encompassed […]

Be Not Afraid

We all love a dramatic game, but there’s nothing whatsoever wrong with winning 6-1 — particularly when that margin of victory comes the night after a gut-punch loss.

Wednesday night’s game was the Griffin Canning and Pete Alonso show, what with Canning’s near-flawless pitching (six innings, three skinny singles allowed) and the Polar Bear homering twice […]

Late Night Sunny Side

Be glad that the first-place Mets compete on the same elite level as the first-place Dodgers.

Be glad that the Mets play close, compelling games versus the defending world champions.

Be glad the Mets can show up at Dodger Stadium and grab a quick 1-0 lead off future Hall of Famer Clayton Kershaw.

Be glad Tylor Megill can […]

October Ghosts

It didn’t exactly strike me as the best idea for the Mets to play the Rockies at home, fly across the country and then go toe to toe with the Dodgers the next night, but MLB has an unbroken record of not asking me what I think.

That’s what the Mets did, and at least for […]

New Narratives

OK, so it didn’t exactly look good early.

Kodai Senga‘s second pitch of the night was redirected by Shohei Ohtani to Carbonation Ridge for a 1-0 Dodger lead.

Senga’s fourth pitch of the night skipped under Mark Vientos‘ glove, allowing Mookie Betts possession of first base.

Senga’s 13th pitch? Freddie Freeman smacked it to right-center for a double, […]

In a Strange Country

Friday night’s game … goodness, where do you even start?

Let’s start with the weather. It wasn’t supposed to rain in New York, or at least not seriously enough to matter, but it’s done nothing but rain in New York all May, so if it isn’t doing that you check and see if it just did […]

Treat

Elimination Day is a bit like Rosh Hashanah. You never know when exactly it’s going to show up on the calendar, yet it always fits the description of High Holy. This year, Elimination Day — no need to layer it with qualifiers, as there is only one elimination we as a Sheadenfreudic people celebrate perennially […]

The Summer of Smiles

The Mets lost, and their season is over.

Sean Manaea didn’t have his putaway stuff, Phil Maton looked gassed, and Kodai Senga turned in one good inning but not a second. Meanwhile, the hitters worked solid ABs and kept creating traffic, but couldn’t get the big hit they needed: They were 2 for 9 with runners […]

A Long Walk

With the Mets batting because they had to in the eighth inning of Thursday night’s game, I got out of my seat at Citi Field and took a walk.

The immediate reason was straightforward, but there were other reasons, too. My feet were cold. My legs were stiff. I was upset. And I knew that for […]