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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 3 June 2025 2:37 am
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 […]
by Greg Prince on 31 May 2025 10:48 am
A staple of postgame postmortems, specifically in the games where leads got away within sports whose rigidly timed action flows back and forth, is that the team that lost played not to lose rather than to win. Their defense wasn’t aggressive enough. Their offense wasn’t opportunistic enough. Winning wasn’t the priority. Not losing was, […]
by Greg Prince on 27 May 2025 2:24 am
Scoring the two runs necessary to defeat the Chicago White Sox on Memorial Day was less a matter of pulling teeth than implanting them for the New York Mets. Virtually no baserunners for innings on end. Then baserunners. but none of them driven in. Ultimately, a sacrifice fly in the eighth and a sacrifice fly […]
by Jason Fry on 24 May 2025 1:48 pm
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 […]
by Greg Prince on 18 May 2025 3:39 pm
Who could or would be happy that the Mets beat the Yankees in the Bronx on Saturday? Us, obviously. The Mets beating the Yankees is a thing for us. We’re Mets fans. We like when the Mets beat anybody. We especially like the Mets beating the Yankees.
We like Griffin Canning, he of the 2.47 ERA, […]
by Greg Prince on 12 May 2025 1:15 am
I burrowed inside my television early Sunday afternoon, and there it was: Roku, right where I left it. I hadn’t watched it much since last summer when I installed it so I could take in a desultory Mets-Marlins affair because MLB told me it was the only way I could see it. Streaming a game […]
by Greg Prince on 6 May 2025 2:00 pm
Thanks, Gare. Like you said, it’s midnight in Manhattan, and this is no time to get cute, yet as we know, every first Monday night of May marks the return of the Met Gala to Manhattan, and whenever the Mets are playing at midnight Eastern Time on that same night, the game is stopped, wherever […]
by Jason Fry on 27 April 2025 3:24 am
A day later, there was no wackiness, no crazy reversals, and a fairly simple narrative. And you know what? That was just fine.
The rain threatened to play havoc with Clay Holmes‘ preparation and our afternoon plans, but Holmes persevered through two delays and I presume most of us did too — the only guy who […]
by Greg Prince on 24 April 2025 1:30 pm
“No way we were losing that game!” I exclaimed the instant after we won that game, “that game” being Wednesday afternoon’s ten-inning thriller at Citi Field and “we” being the New York Mets, with me implicit in the first-person plural. Of course there were many ways we could have lost that game, as most games […]
by Greg Prince on 22 April 2025 1:53 pm
Monday was Jesse Orosco’s birthday, so for a moment I thought the Mets were honoring him by nearly but not quite blowing a formidable ninth-inning lead. In the mind’s eye, Jesse flirted with disaster a lot in his not quite best years. In his best years, he was infallible in the mind’s eye. The mind’s […]
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