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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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Weird and Wonderful

Baseball is almost universally weird, but there’s weird by normal baseball standards and then there’s whatever happened to the Mets on Tuesday night in Miami.

Sandy Alcantara reported for duty with his sinker acting as a Mets sleeper agent. That was obvious from the very first pitch of the game, which Francisco Lindor smacked over the […]

The Kid from Left Field

The Mets have used a franchise record-tying 64 players thus far this year. The proliferation of personnel has won them 63 games, or approximately one win per player. This ratio doesn’t exactly scream efficient allocation of resources, but that panoply of participants can sure make things exciting. Granted, the churn has backfired 77 times, but […]

Slouching Towards September

At one end of the rickety Passarelle Boardwalk, the US Open was just getting going. I shared my LIRR train from Woodside with people who were far too clean, fit, and stylish to be going to the other end of those dubious planks. Not exactly a slobs versus snobs scenario, but our differences were palpable. […]

Welcome to Uncle Andy's Baseball Camp

An oddity as this odd Mets season winds down is that I have remind myself Andy Green‘s top priority isn’t winning games. That’s always welcome, but not job one — job one is to conduct a quasi-instructional camp, in which new guys and new situations get tried out to see what might work in some […]

Love the Mets You’re With

Let’s go live to the internal dialogue I’ve developed in the wake of the august Mets play of August 2026, right up through their 4-2 victory over the Padres at Citi Field on Wednesday afternoon.

The Mets are winning some baseball games lately.
Yeah, I know. I can read a scoreboard.
No, I mean REAL baseball games.
“No shift, […]

Our Types of Mets

In the course of three starts in his second term as a Met, Robert Stock has reminded me in some way, shape, or form of five different Met pitchers who came before him.

Rick Anderson, a 29-year-old career minor leaguer, was called up as a stopgap starter in June of 1986. Hard to believe the 1986 […]

Late March in July

The Mets held a Christmas in July promotion the other night, which apparently inspired a sequel of sorts on Friday when they conducted their business a little like it was the end of March. They had a starting pitcher slated to throw, but then decided they better not let that starting pitcher be seen, lest […]

Spinning Wheel

Wednesday started, more or less, with Michael Conforto robbing A.J. Ewing of a potential extra-base hit. Conforto was playing right field for the Cubs eleven years after he began playing left field for the Mets. He was the hope of outfield future in the summer of 2015, a first-round draft pick whose elevation to Citi […]

The Dirty Dozens

Twelve runs allowed.
Twelve-run margin of defeat.
Twelve runners left on base.
Twelfth shutout suffered with twelve or more runners left on base in a nine-inning game in franchise history.

You could say 12s were wild for the Mets on Monday night in Cincinnati, except there was nothing that screamed or even whispered “wild” about their 12-0 loss to […]

World of Wonders, Few of Them Mets-Related

Hey, from my perspective the Mets looked great Wednesday night.

Perhaps that’s because I was on the East River in a kayak for the opening innings, went out to get pizza once I got home, and then watched the Knicks given how things were going. End result: I watched the game for about six minutes and […]