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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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100 Proof

The Reds got off to a Metslike start on Sunday, so I took that as a good sign. We’re usually the team that gets off to a Metslike start, Metslike start having developed into a synonym for immediate unease. Chance for a big inning. Leave with a run or two at most when there coulda […]

Pete, But No Re-Pete

It’s a Tuesday night in July of 1970. It is the twelfth inning of a 4-4 contest. Pete Rose is on second. Jim Hickman singles into center field. Rose motors around third base. Amos Otis fires to the plate. Rose keeps coming home, regardless that Ray Fosse is blocking his path. The on-deck batter Dick […]

A Game of Half-Inches

The Mets are a half-game in first place as the final action before the All-Star break approaches. That seems appropriate, given that so much of the Mets’ good fortune seems to depend on opposing baserunners being the equivalent of no more than a half-step off a base while a Met fielder’s tag is touching him. […]

Pitchin' Ain't Easy

So you want to be a big-league pitcher?

Baltimore’s Brandon Young entered the game sporting an ERA north of seven — hmm, come to think of it that’s less “sporting” than “lugging” or “enduring.” But there’s a reason they actually play the games: Young looked terrific against the Mets, allowing just a pair of hits in […]

The Long-Enough All-Stars

Let us not move into this final week before the All-Star break without acknowledging we have three All-Stars. Congratulations to Pete Alonso, Edwin Diaz and, most of all, Francisco Lindor. We extend most-of-allness to Francisco because this is his first time he’ll go to an All-Star Game as a New York Met — as the […]

Two Prizefighters

The Mets and Yankees spent Saturday afternoon wailing away at each other like concussed prizefighters, as balls were flying out of Citi Field and pitchers took the mound looking like they were bracing for impact.

The Mets struck first, with Brandon Nimmo connecting for a grand slam off Carlos Rodon in the bottom of the first. […]

Rejoicing in Flushing

You know it’s bad when you’re relieved your team isn’t playing.

After getting curb-stomped by the 100-loss Pirates, the Mets didn’t play baseball Monday and that felt like a respite. Then they got rained out Tuesday and that felt like a gift. One could be forgiven for thinking, “Maybe they’ll be rained out for the rest […]

A Split That Felt Like a Sweep

Is this glass half-empty or half-full? Griffin Canning left early with an ankle injury, one that looked innocuous on the field but decidedly less so when Canning had to be helped to the dugout. (It appears to be an Achilles injury, which would quite likely be season-ending.) But even as dark clouds gathered overhead, the […]

It's a Thing Now

Emily and I watched the first couple of innings of Tuesday night’s Mets-Nats tilt somewhat distractedly. First we were down in Dumbo at L&B Spumoni Gardens, a satellite of the classic ur-Brooklyn Sicilian-pizza joint that’s finally open after a long permitting saga. Then we were walking up the hill for home. We’d peeked at SNY, […]

Thirty Seconds of Mister Smile

The Mets played a strange game against the Greater Denver Daiquiri Machine Operators Local nine, who were sure spiffy in uniforms designed to look like the libations they serve so cheerfully. Oh wait, those were the Colorado Rockies, who inexplicably retired the best City Connects in the program and now look like human slushies. Their […]