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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 Greg Prince on 31 July 2025 1:08 am
In this emotionally transactional season, when we seem to exchange our adoration for victories and withhold our affection when dealt defeats, the Mets have gotten to transacting in earnest. With the Thursday 6 PM trade deadline approaching, they acquired two high-profile relievers before the sun set on Wednesday. Admittedly, at no time amid San Diego’s […]
by Jason Fry on 29 June 2025 9:41 am
Honestly the rain delay was the best part.
The Mets led 1-0 in the top of the second on Saturday and were at least mildly threatening to lead by more, with Mark Vientos at the plate against the Pirates’ Bailey Falter, two outs and runners on first and second.
Then the skies opened up. It would be […]
by Jason Fry on 10 June 2025 11:07 pm
Emily and I watched the first couple of innings of Tuesday night’s Mets-Nats tilt somewhat distractedly. First we were down in Dumbo at L&B Spumoni Gardens, a satellite of the classic ur-Brooklyn Sicilian-pizza joint that’s finally open after a long permitting saga. Then we were walking up the hill for home. We’d peeked at SNY, […]
by Jason Fry on 3 June 2025 2:37 am
It didn’t exactly strike me as the best idea for the Mets to play the Rockies at home, fly across the country and then go toe to toe with the Dodgers the next night, but MLB has an unbroken record of not asking me what I think.
That’s what the Mets did, and at least for […]
by Greg Prince on 27 May 2025 2:24 am
Scoring the two runs necessary to defeat the Chicago White Sox on Memorial Day was less a matter of pulling teeth than implanting them for the New York Mets. Virtually no baserunners for innings on end. Then baserunners. but none of them driven in. Ultimately, a sacrifice fly in the eighth and a sacrifice fly […]
by Jason Fry on 12 May 2025 11:50 pm
The Mets won a misbegotten mess of a game against the Pirates Monday night, a contest simultaneously wonderful and awful, with eerily parallel mistakes ahead of a Mets closing kick that left you asking, “Wasn’t there an easier way to get here?”
Nothing seemed all that stange in the early innings, as David Peterson (excellent) dueled […]
by Jason Fry on 23 April 2025 1:08 am
Some years ago, I improved my baseball life considerably by swearing off April games.
Yes, I know April baseball can be lovely — Greg and I once spent a snoozy but idyllic March 31 at Shea in 80 degree weather, watching the Mets and Phillies do nothing in particular until Alberto Castillo, of all people, won […]
by Greg Prince on 17 April 2025 12:19 am
At about ten after one in the afternoon: “All right, a day game!”
At about ten after four in the afternoon: “Day games suck.”
OK, not all day games suck, but the one the Mets played in Minneapolis on Wednesday did. Certainly the Mets’ play sucked. That’s usually my litmus test for how good a game is, […]
by Jason Fry on 7 April 2025 11:17 pm
If Monday night’s game had happened in late May or June, I think I would have fallen all over myself calling it taut and crisp, maybe with a side of hard-fought and close-run.
And I don’t know, maybe you called it those things while on your couch. Or, God forbid, while peering around you at a […]
by Jason Fry on 6 April 2025 12:16 am
The City Connects were the perfect uniform for Saturday night’s Mets game, played in murky gray conditions with an inescapable wet chill, cascades of mist wafting through the air, and any ball that touched outfield grass leaving a spray of droplets to mark its progress.
A surprisingly big crowd showed up despite the obvious attractions of […]
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