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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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The Amazing Confounding Mets

Emily and I spent Saturday getting to the summer house in Maine and starting to return it to a vague state of habitability, so the Mets and their adventures were less the centerpiece of Saturday’s doings and more of an accent, followed in spurts and snatches as other things transpired.

Those brief looks, however, revealed the […]

Pickin' Machines

On the surface, Pete Alonso and Rafael Devers aren’t that different: Huge dudes who can hit the ball a country mile and whose huge dude-ism means they aren’t particularly mobile. As has been the case since time immemorial, that means they play first base — which is where the similarities start to break down.

Alonso isn’t […]

Something Tasty Might Be Cooking

Friday night’s was the kind of game you were glad to stay awake for and through. The Mets jumped out to an early lead in San Francisco, built a substantial lead as things reached their midpoint, and tacked on late. Late is pervasive where West Coast start times are concerned. The first inning was late. […]

Just Watch

“Wanna watch the Mets play the Angels?”
“What’s gonna be in it?”
“Mike Trout.”
“Didn’t he used to be great?”

“A great is a great. Wanna watch?”
“What else is gonna be in it?”
“Travis d’Arnaud.”
“Doesn’t he always kill us?”

“Not necessarily. Wanna watch?”
“What else is gonna be in it?”
“A bullpen game.”
“One of those things with no starters? Don’t those suck?”

“They can, […]

What Summer's Made For

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 […]

Back...Back...Back...

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 […]

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. […]

Nice Rest If You Can Get It

Surely you’ve been told at some point in your life, “Get some rest and you’ll feel better.” I felt fine in the bottom of the sixth Friday night, though I’d felt better before the Royals tied the Mets at one apiece. The part of the rain-delayed game in which Kodai Senga pitched four scoreless innings […]

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 […]