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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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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 […]

Was That So Hard? (Yes. Yes It Was.)

With two outs in the ninth and the Mets up by a skinny run, the Twins’ Brooks Lee slapped a ball into the hole, to the right of fill-in shortstop Bo Bichette. Bichette made a nice play to corral it, threw across his body with everything he had … but no, Lee had beaten it […]

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 […]

Collective Shrugs All Around

On Saturday I had nothing to do with the 2026 New York Mets, and honestly it was the nicest day I’d experienced in some time.

Oh, Emily and I kept it Mets-adjacent: We spent the afternoon in the stands at Maimonides Park on one of those “nice in the sun” early spring days, watching the Brooklyn […]

A Lot of Oysters, But No Pearls

“And it’s one more day up in the canyon,” Adam Duritz observed joylessly some thirty years ago, “and it’s one more night in Hollywood.” In that same chilly Southern California spirit, here’s to no more nights in Chavez Ravine.

The doubly defending world champions, the Los Angeles Dodgers, extended their winning ways not once, not twice, […]

The Inescapability of Metsiness

Nolan McLean keeps getting better and better — but not even he can escape the Mets.

In just his 12th start as a big leaguer (!!!), McLean was nicked for a first-inning run but looked sparkling after that, making the best team in baseball look downright silly for the rest of a long night at Dodger […]

The Whys Have It

A hazard of the recapping trade is you spend the game field-testing narratives in your head while the bedrock story is still unfolding, trying on summations variously grand, tragic or farcical.

After Kodai Senga‘s disconsolate departure, this was my first draft for this entire recap, channeling Dean Wormer’s caustic advice to Flounder in Animal House:

Bad at […]

The Squirrel Can’t Help It

We once had a Squirrel, or should I say, last night he had us.

I’ll cop to a touch of Jeff McNeil nostalgia after our longtime second baseman/first-rate handyman returned to Citi Field from the wilds of West Sacramento to take a bite out of his former workplace associates on Friday, getting hot at the plate […]

Mild to Wild

Opening Day brought balmy temperatures, runs a-plenty and good vibes. Most of Game 2, which arrived separated from Game 1 by the usual “rainouts happen” off-day, was the opposite: It was freezing, big hits were conspicuous in their absence, and the vibes were meh with a side of muttery.

David Peterson was very David Peterson: mostly […]

First Time in a Very Long Time

By the time 2026 rolled around I had a long-established relationship with spring training: I’d put the first televised game on my calendar, watch the initial 20 minutes with avid interest, watch the next 20 with vague attention, and then either be looking at my phone or asleep. And after that I’d wait for the […]