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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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by Jason Fry on 19 June 2026 10:05 am
Welcome to a sunny Friday without a baseball game, which is so weird that I know that come early evening I’ll be poking at my TV remote in consternation until I remember: “Oh yeah, stupid World Cup.”
At least that gives us extra time (see what I did there) to marvel at the Mets’ 6-4 win […]
by Greg Prince on 6 June 2026 10:55 am
The Mets are 3-0 in Friday night West Coast games in 2026. Maybe they should schedule some more of them. Or maybe we should just play every Friday night from 9:40 PM Eastern time forward, regardless of locale. The same team that toppled the Giants in San Francisco on a Friday night in April and […]
by Greg Prince on 19 May 2026 12:17 pm
A run was Benged in. A run was Brujáned in. Two runs were Batyed in. Another two runs were Benged in. Two more runs were Bichetted in. All of it happened in one extra inning, in which two other runs were batted in by players whose names begin with a letter that wasn’t B, which […]
by Greg Prince on 8 May 2026 11:34 am
I liked the part where Juan Soto tripled. The ball he walloped to deep right at Coors Field in the top of the third Thursday afternoon would have been out of every other park, including the one with the Grand Canyon in it, but triples are fun. We’re here for the fun of baseball, aren’t […]
by Greg Prince on 5 May 2026 12:52 am
What is that baseball club that appears to know what it’s doing and then goes about doing it? Why, I do believe that’s the New York Mets.
The New York Mets visited Colorado on Monday and started playing three hours before they were originally supposed to. That was very competent thinking, given the weather forecast for […]
by Jason Fry on 2 May 2026 10:16 am
Through five innings Friday night, the Mets were in a familiar place in Anaheim, one that seemed straightforward to write about even though I really, really didn’t want to.
They were down 3-0 to the Angels and the relatively unheralded Walbert Urena, and they looked like a team in the grip of a collective nervous breakdown. […]
by Greg Prince on 24 April 2026 12:21 pm
“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 […]
by Jason Fry on 8 April 2026 8:26 am
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 […]
by Greg Prince on 6 April 2026 2:44 pm
“This is Ellis Island here, people. I don’t care who you are, where you’re from, whether your relatives came over on the fucking Mayflower or on an inner tube from Haiti. This right here is the land of opportunity.”
—Jordan Belfort, The Wolf of Wall Street
Tom Seaver was from Fresno, California. Bud Harrelson and Tug McGraw […]
by Jason Fry on 20 September 2025 8:57 am
Defiance isn’t really in our wheelhouse as Mets fans.
Hope? Sure. The sunny version sometimes, though generally that’s only seen in the abstract. Stubborn, scared, trampled but still inexhaustible hope? Now we’re talking — whenever Tug McGraw‘s famous YA GOTTA BELIEVE is invoked, I hear not just the hope but also the desperation — the burden […]
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