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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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Competent in Colorado

What is that baseball club that appears to know what it’s doing and then goes about doing it? Why, I do believe that’s the New York Mets.

The New York Mets visited Colorado on Monday and started playing three hours before they were originally supposed to. That was very competent thinking, given the weather forecast for […]

May Flowers?

Through five innings Friday night, the Mets were in a familiar place in Anaheim, one that seemed straightforward to write about even though I really, really didn’t want to.

They were down 3-0 to the Angels and the relatively unheralded Walbert Urena, and they looked like a team in the grip of a collective nervous breakdown. […]

That Was Some April

A thumbnail guide to the baseball fan calendar:

MARCH
You don’t know anything.

APRIL
You get used to doing this again.

MAY
You won’t remember much of this, but it all counts.

JUNE
You sense you know some things.

JULY
You hope you’ve figured the rest out.

AUGUST
You have to get through whatever comes up.

SEPTEMBER
You discern at last what you’ve been doing if you haven’t already.

OCTOBER
You […]

Not Now, Nats

Called strike three. Seven earned runs in a third-of-an-inning. A long fly ball that dies at the track to seal a stadium’s fate. A throw home from the first baseman that sails over the catcher’s head. A scrub pops a three-run homer. An ear shines.

Some events that have signaled the end of a season or […]

Keep Three

“Trade or release everybody!” is an understandable if impulsive answer to the question, “What the hell should the Mets do next, now that they’ve been swept at home by the Colorado Rockies, having shown no more than scant traces of life in losing their Sunday doubleheader?”

Within reason, it may also be the correct one.

The Mets […]

Double Your Pain

I went to my first Mets game of the 2026 season Friday night, and honestly I should have known that was a bad idea.

“No April baseball” is a sensible rule, one I chose to ignore. I layered — boy howdy were there a lot of layers — and it was still cold. Feet like blocks […]

Was That So Hard? (Yes. Yes It Was.)

With two outs in the ninth and the Mets up by a skinny run, the Twins’ Brooks Lee slapped a ball into the hole, to the right of fill-in shortstop Bo Bichette. Bichette made a nice play to corral it, threw across his body with everything he had … but no, Lee had beaten it […]

The Squirrel Can’t Help It

We once had a Squirrel, or should I say, last night he had us.

I’ll cop to a touch of Jeff McNeil nostalgia after our longtime second baseman/first-rate handyman returned to Citi Field from the wilds of West Sacramento to take a bite out of his former workplace associates on Friday, getting hot at the plate […]

Baseball Makes No Sense (Part of a Continuing Series)

You probably know by now, but if not, here’s a bedrock principle: Baseball makes no sense.

If you were going to draw up a blueprint for success, odds are you wouldn’t opt for, “Let’s play terrible baseball and then excise Juan Soto from the lineup.” But that blueprint worked pretty well on Saturday night, as the […]

Glass Calf Full

Met victories were so plentiful Friday night in San Francisco — for the club as a whole, for Nolan McLean, for power hitting, for clutch hitting, for remaining awake — that one is tempted to relegate to footnote status the little matter of Juan Soto exiting the game early with tightness in his right calf […]