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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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If You Remind Me of Jon Niese, You're Doing It Wrong

Tylor Megill looked Niesean Friday night against the Yankees. If you know me and/or are a long-time reader, you know that’s pretty close to a deadly insult.

Megill suffered some bad luck along the way to giving up four earned runs in 2 2/3 laborious innings in the Bronx: In the fatal third inning (which took […]

One Star Sits, Nobody Much Hits

If you were curious as to what a 2025 New York Mets lineup that doesn’t feature Juan Soto would have looked like, you got a glimpse Wednesday night at Citi Field. Carlos Mendoza rested his right fielder, the fellow who’s batted second every game since Opening Day, the guy who — whether he’s raking or […]

Wonderful and Awful

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 […]

Blithe Assumptions

Hey Mets fans? Which National League teams do you hate?

The most common answer is that we hate — in the operatic sports pantomime sense of the word, you understand — the Braves and the Phillies. This is the way of the world, as those two teams are our principal antagonists in the National League East. […]

The Pickup Artists

On Jay Horwitz’s Amazin’ Conversations podcast this week, Jay reminisces with the SNY booth trio in this, their twentieth year on the mic. The host eventually retells the story of how he first met future color analyst Keith Hernandez…or attempted to meet him.

JAY: In June of ’83, Frank Cashen calls me. “Jay, we traded for […]

Fustrating

We’ve all heard Keith Hernandez say it, that common word that a California accent (or maybe it’s just Keith being Keith) strips of one familiar consonant. And Lord knows we felt it on a long Sunday that wound up for naught.

The Mets took walks. and the Mets pounded balls all over Busch Stadium against a […]

Mostly Winning and Almost Winning

I and presumably you root for a team that either wins every game or comes very close to winning every game. In 2025, which is now almost exactly one-fifth over in terms of regular-season baseball, the Mets have played 32 games; outscored their opponents in 21 of them; lost by exactly one run in five […]

You'll See This One Again in Hell

As a coping mechanism, I sometimes imagine there’s a series of Anti-Mets Classics — games so variously painful, frustrating and provoking that you’d only watch them again if forced to. In a CIA black site, perhaps. Or maybe in actual Hell.

That’s actually not an unconvincing vision of the afterlife for those of us who won’t […]

We Won and the Fellas Look Good

All happy families are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.

Good start to a famous Russian novel; excellent advice for baseball bloggers. It’s easier to write about miserable failing baseball teams than it is to write about happy successful ones. Angst and agita drive clicks and sports-radio hits and they also generate […]

And It’s Only April

“No way we were losing that game!” I exclaimed the instant after we won that game, “that game” being Wednesday afternoon’s ten-inning thriller at Citi Field and “we” being the New York Mets, with me implicit in the first-person plural. Of course there were many ways we could have lost that game, as most games […]