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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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Perfect Game

OK, not that kind of perfect game. You probably would have heard about it by now.

But the Mets — because, if there even is a “because,” baseball season is about ebbs and flows, and the sport is essentially and elementally maddening and perverse — played a game Tuesday night that was pretty much near perfect, […]

Peterson Leads, Mets Follow

Two out of three from Milwaukee…where have we heard that one before? If it wasn’t quite October 2024 at American Family Field in July 2025 at Citi Field Thursday night, at least it wasn’t any more of the second half of this June seeping into this July. Maybe this July will tell a different story […]

A Split That Felt Like a Sweep

Is this glass half-empty or half-full? Griffin Canning left early with an ankle injury, one that looked innocuous on the field but decidedly less so when Canning had to be helped to the dugout. (It appears to be an Achilles injury, which would quite likely be season-ending.) But even as dark clouds gathered overhead, the […]

A Back Seat Win

All wins are created equal in the standings. Some wins are a little less equal emotionally. Some wins take a back seat to other events surrounding a given game. It doesn’t happen often, but it happens.

Mets fire a manager but win as a going-away present to their suddenly erstwhile skipper? The win doesn’t resonate.

Mets raise […]

Killing Us Softly with Spring News

Spring Training, you gotta stop making real news. Frankie Montas’s lat last week. Nick Madrigal’s shoulder over the weekend. Sean Manaea’s oblique as the Monday surprise du jour. We’re here for bright skies and optimism and megastars presenting vehicles to would-be stars in exchange for jersey numbers. That’s the news we can consume and smile about.

All injuries […]

Two Rites Don’t Make It Wrong

Ah, the rites of Spring. Two, specifically…

1) The first press availability of the year with players who rate a full-blown sitdown with the assembled St. Lucie media. Francisco Lindor one day, Juan Soto the next, Pete Alonso today. Revelations? They’re thrilled to be back, or here, or back here. Why shouldn’t they be? They’re all […]

We're in Trouble

Yes, Ramon De Jesus’s umpire scorecard is going to be a thing to behold. (It’ll show up here if you want to torture yourself.) The most egregious missed call was, rather obviously, the ball four on Francisco Alvarez that was called strike three, turning a bases-loaded situation for the Mets into the end of an […]

The Asterisk of Heartbreak

A couple of things I’ve finally figured out about pitchers in recent years of fandom:

Their game logs are portraits of ebb and flow, and you assume the worst (or the best) at your peril. Jose Quintana looked like a prime candidate for “I’ll drive that guy to the airport myself” earlier this summer; his last […]

The Eras Tour

I decided to go into the hot take business on May 30. It wasn’t all that hot a take, actually. What I removed from the oven of projection and prediction seemed pretty obvious and therefore lukewarm as regarded a team with a record of 22-33 and a DFA-bound reliever who had just flung his glove […]

Picnic in the Park

What do you suppose those 11 Mets and 13 Dodgers who were left on base Saturday did to amuse themselves while a baseball game was proceeding to nifty conclusion without them? Given what a beautiful day it appeared to be in Chavez Ravine, my guess is they broke out the wicker baskets and treated themselves […]