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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 26 July 2026 9:17 am
A lesser-known quote from the great Rogers Hornsby has been on my mind recently: “People ask me what I do in summer when there’s baseball like this. I’ll tell you what I do. I stare out the window and wait for winter.”
Today is Greg’s recap, I plan to be on the East River in a […]
by Jason Fry on 9 July 2026 1:21 am
Perhaps Tuesday night’s Calvinball exhibition stunned the Mets and Royals into dizziness. Maybe it left them feeling abashed. Possibly it was a bit of both.
Whatever the reason, the two teams played a baseball game that was relatively quiet and normal for most of Wednesday night. Christian Scott was good albeit not in a particularly efficient […]
by Jason Fry on 8 July 2026 12:05 am
When two .410-ish teams get together, one of them has to win, right?
But why is that, exactly?
Imagine if Rob Manfred had marched onto the field in the seventh inning with the score Mets 9, Royals 9, taken the umpires aside and then commandeered one of the mics they use to confirm that they’ve screwed up […]
by Jason Fry on 27 June 2026 12:24 pm
A lot of signals emerge from a season that’s cratered, and as a veteran Mets fan, I have enough experience with craters to have grown familiar with them. Last night’s 2-1 loss to the Phillies, the maiden voyage of the SS Andy Green, brought another jolt of recognition: Ah yes, it’s the loss that somehow […]
by Jason Fry on 9 June 2026 10:47 pm
Just the other day the Mets rode some goodwill across the country from San Diego, goodwill that lingered through an off-day in which the Knicks took up all the city’s oxygen anyway, but was still ready to be tapped at Citi Field on a lovely Tuesday night.
Well, so much for that.
The Mets squandered all that […]
by Jason Fry on 23 May 2026 10:34 pm
Ready for the understatement of the year? The 2026 Mets are frustrating.
On the one hand, I love that they’re playing the kids, instead of giving no-longer-deserved time to Proven Veterans™. The latest kid? 2025 Momentary Met Jonathan Pintaro, whose inaugural 2026 outing went a lot better than his last one. Progress! Pintaro joins the likes […]
by Greg Prince on 9 April 2026 12:57 pm
It would be kind of interesting to note Wednesday’s Mets-Diamondbacks game started three hours earlier than originally slated due to frigid conditions at Citi Field, but that happened the day before, so…no, not that interesting nor noteworthy.
It would be kind of interesting to note Wednesday’s Mets-Diamondbacks game got all nine tops of innings pitched by […]
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 28 March 2026 11:33 pm
Opening Day brought balmy temperatures, runs a-plenty and good vibes. Most of Game 2, which arrived separated from Game 1 by the usual “rainouts happen” off-day, was the opposite: It was freezing, big hits were conspicuous in their absence, and the vibes were meh with a side of muttery.
David Peterson was very David Peterson: mostly […]
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