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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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Day 5,243 Cancelled

Freddy Peralta has joined Harry Parker and Jerry Koosman in that very exclusive club of Mets pitchers who have started and won on the day after the Knicks have clinched an NBA title. It’s a small sample size, but the Mets are 3-0 in those situations.

May 9, 1970: The Mets and Giants are embroiled in […]

Him Again?

Just the other day the Mets rode some goodwill across the country from San Diego, goodwill that lingered through an off-day in which the Knicks took up all the city’s oxygen anyway, but was still ready to be tapped at Citi Field on a lovely Tuesday night.

Well, so much for that.

The Mets squandered all that […]

‘Bingo!’

Bingo cards are all the invocation rage these days, as in “I didn’t have that on my bingo card!” serving as a response indicating a state of surprise in reaction to whatever unforeseen event has just transpired in this wacky world of ours. It’s an inviting metaphor if not always apt, yet let’s go with […]

Shine a Little Light

Baseball is a funny game.

That’s one word for it. But what a word — because in English, “funny” has a wide range of meanings. Amusing, yes. But also odd, peculiar, maddening, ironic, unpredictable. You might say it’s a funny word.

For most of Sunday, the Mets played the kind of game they’ve played too often this […]

Things Get Weird in Denver

It’s a baseball rule: Things get weird in Denver.

Imagine you were a Rockies fan who followed the schedule and dutifully showed up at the start time indicated for each game of your team’s three-game set against the Mets. (And why wouldn’t you, after seeing the Rockies whoop up on the Mets back in Queens?)

Monday? Guess […]

Baby, I Don’t Know

A button at the end of one of my favorite Mad Men episodes has been circulating through my head ever since Opening Day. Don has come home to discover young Sally is still freaked out by the appearance of her new little brother Gene. Dad has to sell daughter on the notion that this infant […]

ABSolutely No Reason to Worry

So there had to be a few Mets fans who popped up from the couch Tuesday afternoon, with the top of the fifth inning just concluded, to hit the loo, walk the dog or perform some other mundane task. Perhaps they did so with a certain spring in their step: Huascar Brazoban had just rescued […]

It Gets Long Early

When the Mets aren’t winning every day, everything they are doing badly glares, while everything they are doing well hardly matters to us. The Mets aren’t winning every day. Everything, therefore, feels terrible.

The starting pitchers are doing well, doing the most you could reasonably ask for, at any rate. None of them hasn’t lasted less […]

Summer Breeze

Did I hear him correctly? Did I hear Carson Benge, in the wake of his smashing major league debut at Citi Field, tell a friendly interlocutor that ”I want to keep playing here forever”? Don’t toy with us, kid. Because if you’re serious, we’re in the smitten state of mind to take you up on […]

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 […]