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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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Two Prizefighters

The Mets and Yankees spent Saturday afternoon wailing away at each other like concussed prizefighters, as balls were flying out of Citi Field and pitchers took the mound looking like they were bracing for impact.

The Mets struck first, with Brandon Nimmo connecting for a grand slam off Carlos Rodon in the bottom of the first. […]

Losing Streak Going, Going, Gone!

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 […]

A Long Way

There’s a lot one could say about Ronny Mauricio‘s third-inning home run in Denver Saturday night, starting with the fact that it went 456 feet and came down in the third deck.

That’s … a long way. The third deck is a place where fans sit contentedly expecting not to be involved in the proceedings way […]

Simplicity Field

Some ballgames elude complexity. Sunday’s had on one side of Citi Field the team that was tied for best record in its league, and on the other side of the divide the team with the worst record in all of baseball. The team with a best-record claim had three world-class sluggers. The team with the […]

The Pete Who Stirs the Mets

Darryl Strawberry hit 335 homers as a major leaguer. The vast majority of his first 252 flew over the moon. Not coincidentally, I was over the moon for all of them, because a) all 252 deposited runs into the account of the New York Mets; and b) Darryl Strawberry was Darryl Strawberry.

YEAH! HIS FIRST!
YEAH! HIS […]

Hung With ’Em Until They Didn’t

Congratulations to the New York Mets of July 5, 2024, for doing something no Mets team had ever done before in a blowout loss so bad that a position player had to pitch. On Friday night, the Mets, whose last call to the visitors’ bullpen at PNC Park would summon catcher Luis Torrens, actually stayed […]

Scooter and the Big Man Revisited

Pete Alonso homered. Michael Conforto homered. Just like swell not so old times. Except they didn’t come close to tearing each other’s shirts off. Things change and move on. The Big Man can still bust the Citi and other ballparks in half, but he cycles through new handshake partners all the time. Does anybody in […]

No Shirt, Sherlock

Just in time for Pitchers & Catchers, we have broken into the Top 20 portion of MY FAVORITE SEASONS, FROM LEAST FAVORITE TO MOST FAVORITE, 1969-PRESENT. The focus of this entry is neither a pitcher nor a catcher, but he does happen to be somebody who will be reporting to Port St. Lucie in the […]

That’s Powerful Stuff

When your opponent puts double digits in the run column and you win, anyway…

When you record a final score in your favor that you haven’t posted since the final months of the previous century…

When the prohibitive favorite to lead your team in his signature category for a record-tying fifth consecutive season might be compelled to […]

In Which the Kids Go on a Big Adventure With Their Polar Bear Pal

For most of Wednesday night, my only thought was that feeling pain because of the Mets was actually progress: better writhing in agony than sitting dour and numb watching another night of bad baseball, as we have for the last three and a half weeks.

Kodai Senga was the best he’s looked as a Met, with […]