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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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Taking a Bite Out of the Overdogs

Take that, overdogs!

Putting up 12 runs against the Yankees in their home park won’t change anything about October or much about the trajectory of a disappointing Mets season, but boy was it ever a satisfying way to spend a Saturday afternoon.

Francisco Lindor led off with a line-drive homer into the short porch on Gerrit Cole‘s […]

The Unicorn Speaks

“The final score, Mets 15 Marlins 14. What a night in Miami. Steve, I understand you have our star of the game standing by.”

“That’s right, Gare. We’re here with Uni Corn. Uni, I should let you catch your breath, but I’ve gotta ask, you don’t make many appearances with us.”
“Um, is that a question?”
“Let me […]

Weird and Wonderful

Baseball is almost universally weird, but there’s weird by normal baseball standards and then there’s whatever happened to the Mets on Tuesday night in Miami.

Sandy Alcantara reported for duty with his sinker acting as a Mets sleeper agent. That was obvious from the very first pitch of the game, which Francisco Lindor smacked over the […]

Clash of the Non-Titans

“Clash of the titans!” my pal Pete texted from San Francisco, previewing Friday night’s Mets-Giants game.

My response? “Shitty baseball can be fun!”

Hey, sometimes I’m a prophet.

I feel a little bad for Pete, an on-again, off-again fan who chose this year to get more interested in the Giants. Oops — the Mets are bad (news flash) […]

Don't Look to Baseball for Justice

In a lost season, the least the Mets could do was not get beaten by Freddy Fucking Peralta.

That wasn’t quite the only thing I wanted from the dregs of 2026, but it was pretty close to it: Sure, lose eleventy billion games while playing dull, uninspired baseball. Just don’t get beaten by the failed Met […]

Slouching Towards September

At one end of the rickety Passarelle Boardwalk, the US Open was just getting going. I shared my LIRR train from Woodside with people who were far too clean, fit, and stylish to be going to the other end of those dubious planks. Not exactly a slobs versus snobs scenario, but our differences were palpable. […]

A Night for Icons

Tuesday night at Citi Field was a game for icons. Dolly Parton’s music played to seemingly unanimous approval, one of those ballpark as public square moments that reminds a person that when something or somebody needs to be commemorated or celebrated — even if the subject isn’t baseball — a ballpark is the place to […]

Welcome to Uncle Andy's Baseball Camp

An oddity as this odd Mets season winds down is that I have remind myself Andy Green‘s top priority isn’t winning games. That’s always welcome, but not job one — job one is to conduct a quasi-instructional camp, in which new guys and new situations get tried out to see what might work in some […]

Love the Mets You’re With

Let’s go live to the internal dialogue I’ve developed in the wake of the august Mets play of August 2026, right up through their 4-2 victory over the Padres at Citi Field on Wednesday afternoon.

The Mets are winning some baseball games lately.
Yeah, I know. I can read a scoreboard.
No, I mean REAL baseball games.
“No shift, […]

Some Nights Are Like That

It was Fernando Tatis Jr. vs. the New York Mets, and it was no contest.

Zac Thornton‘s first pitch of the game was met with about as perfect a swing as I’ve seen from a baseball player, and the ball came down on the moon.

In the bottom of the second, the Mets scratched and clawed against […]