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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 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 Jason Fry on 9 September 2025 11:01 am
One recipe for a good baseball game? A sequence of unlikely events. No-hitters flipped into walkoffs, storming back to a ninth-inning win, Houdini-ing your way out of what looks like statistical doom, that kind of thing.
Monday night’s game in Philadelphia was a good game, much as we would have preferred a duller one with a […]
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 17 August 2025 11:35 pm
I remembered that the Mets had taken part in the Little League Classic before, though in my recollection they’d been walloped by the Phillies, which is further evidence that this woeful baseball summer has been bad for my mental health: In fact, back in 2018 it was the Mets who did the walloping.
Maybe it was […]
by Jason Fry on 4 August 2025 8:12 am
I suppose I could take care of Sunday’s game by writing Saturday’s post backwards: The Mets zoomed from amazing back to confounding, the offense was crummy, they wound up way behind before the merciful conclusion, and a few hours later the Phillies kicked them out of first place. And all this against the Giants, who […]
by Jason Fry on 23 July 2025 2:04 am
I decided it was time to reintroduce myself to my baseball team.
The Mets entered the All-Star break by losing an annoying game to the Royals, which isn’t exactly a new occurrence in 2025. I didn’t bother with the ASG beyond shrugging at the swing-off, and was relieved to have a few days’ break from this […]
by Greg Prince on 22 July 2025 11:58 am
For weeks on end, the Mets have been given lemons and we made sour faces at the way they played, little lemonade in sight. On Monday night, the Mets were given Angels. They and we chowed down on Angel food cake. It wound up being a much sweeter experience.
Not at first. The Mets had to […]
by Jason Fry on 23 June 2025 8:38 am
Ebbs and flows, flows and ebbs. A baseball season is filled with them — stretches in which a band of players watch everything they touch turn into Ws and others in which their incompetence is so bafflingly chronic that you half-believe it’s deliberate. Those who have played the game will always have a leg up […]
by Greg Prince on 22 June 2025 6:41 am
The Mets went only 2-for-7 with runners in scoring position Saturday night in Philadelphia, and their starting pitcher had to be pulled with one on and nobody out in the sixth, suggesting two overly familiar ingredients had been stirred into the pot for an eighth consecutive serving of futility stew. Fortunately, the Mets were experimenting […]
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