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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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Look Who's No. 6

LOOK WHO’S NO. 6

OK, maybe that message isn’t inspiring enough to make a September scoreboard in Queens, but it’s true: At this writing the Mets are a game ahead of the Braves for the third National League wild card, which is a fancy way of saying sixth in a league that now grants playoff spots […]

When Plan B Turns Out A-OK

The Mets’ ebullient recent narrative showed a couple of cracks Friday night against the Reds.

Francisco Lindor continued his hitting streak and made a nifty play at shortstop, but he didn’t walk off the Reds or solve the Middle East conflict in an idle moment between innings, somewhere between surprising and shocking given how he’s been […]

Couldn’t Lose, Didn’t Lose

The authors of this book are drawn to baseball’s great losers. Not to individuals, but to entire teams. We prefer our calamities as the product of collective effort, a shared culpability not unlike Watergate. […] Besides, to err is human, to screw up royally requires a team effort.
—George Robinson & Charles Salzberg, On A Clear […]

Somebody’s Gotta Finish Seventh

After their 131st game, the 2024 New York Mets accomplished something Sunday they hadn’t managed to do after their previous 130: they posted their first Unique Record of the year. With their loss to the Padres, they appear in the standings at 68-63. No Mets team has ever been 68-63 after 131 games.

I can’t say […]

Oh, Huascar, Huascar, Huascar

It is one of my most deeply ingrained articles of faith that if a Met hits a grand slam, especially if a Met hits a grand slam that puts the Mets in front — especially if a Met hits a grand slam that puts the Mets ahead in the late innings of game that stands […]

They're Always the New-Look Mets

All is fleeting, grasshopper. Even baseball teams. Especially baseball teams.

Mets come, Mets go. The franchise is an ever-shifting assemblage of overlapping stints in orange and blue, some lasting years, some concluded in minutes. For a fun game, construct a chain of overlapping Met teammates back to 1962 with as few links as possible; what I […]

Don't Look Down

I’d like the bottom of the third inning from Friday night’s game bottled, if you please.

Seriously, that was a high ABV brew to settle even the most high-strung Mets fan’s nerves. Down 2-0 against Charlie Morton — one of the few remaining big leaguers with sufficient tenure to have appeared at Shea — the Mets […]

That ... Was a Lot

The Mets and the Nats, sheesh. I guess it proves that for every Nieuwenhuis there’s a Suzuki. And for the critical stretches of Monday night’s mildly bonkers game, it wasn’t clear whether the compass was going to wind up pointing to N or S.

And I missed the first five innings! I mean, so sue me […]

Fits and Starts

Since we’re Mets fans, we all knew the bullpen had issues. Since we’re adults, we all know progress isn’t always or even usually a smooth arc — it comes with fits and starts.

A day after blowing a big lead because of a nightmarish inning of relief, the Mets endured a bunch of bad luck, came […]

Summer Hours

“Solstice schmolstice,” they might say in the bleachers at Wrigley Field, where the exact position of the sun doesn’t matter as long as it’s out somewhere. They have their new tradition of building a cup snake that wends all the way to Lake Michigan, perhaps Michigan itself, and they have their old tradition of throwing […]