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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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Competent in Colorado

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 […]

May Flowers?

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. […]

Now We’re Cookin’

“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 […]

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 […]

A Worldwide Symphony

“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 […]

Sorry Chipmunks, We're Going With Defiance Tonight

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 […]

Magic in the Night (Eventually)

“Show a little faith! There’s magic in the night!”

That’s one of Bruce Springsteen’s best-known exhortations, a commandment for wavering lovers, teetering dreamers and yes, fans of oddly underwhelming baseball fans. But until Tuesday night, it had largely fallen flat where the 2025 Mets were concerned.

Until Tuesday night, but not forever.

Game two of the seven-game, two-city […]

I’ve Often Heard That Kind of Talk Before

Every time we come to Southern California, we are absolutely the Clampetts.
—President Jed Bartlet

Albert Hammond offered a rather broad assertion in 1972 when he informed the nation’s pop radio listening audience that it never rains in Southern California. Seems it rarely rains in Southern California. On May 12, 1998, the Mets visited San Diego and […]

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 […]

McNeil Above the Marquee

Friday’s late-afternoon sun bathed Jeff McNeil’s chin in enough of a glow to make the touch of gray in his beard quite noticeable to me. Live long enough, and that kid who had torn up Binghamton and Las Vegas so much that he forced a callup and a trade of the veteran in front of […]