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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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Nice Rest If You Can Get It

Surely you’ve been told at some point in your life, “Get some rest and you’ll feel better.” I felt fine in the bottom of the sixth Friday night, though I’d felt better before the Royals tied the Mets at one apiece. The part of the rain-delayed game in which Kodai Senga pitched four scoreless innings […]

A Back Seat Win

All wins are created equal in the standings. Some wins are a little less equal emotionally. Some wins take a back seat to other events surrounding a given game. It doesn’t happen often, but it happens.

Mets fire a manager but win as a going-away present to their suddenly erstwhile skipper? The win doesn’t resonate.

Mets raise […]

Thirty Seconds of Mister Smile

The Mets played a strange game against the Greater Denver Daiquiri Machine Operators Local nine, who were sure spiffy in uniforms designed to look like the libations they serve so cheerfully. Oh wait, those were the Colorado Rockies, who inexplicably retired the best City Connects in the program and now look like human slushies. Their […]

A Kaleidoscope of Connections

Saturday’s game against the Rockies, the last tilt of May, was observed by your chronicler via a kaleidoscope of information sources from way out here in Tacoma, Wash.: looking down at MLB.tv on my phone during one of the Pacific Northwest’s never-quite-remitting rainstorms, via MLB Audio when the bandwidth pipe was a little too narrow […]

New Narratives

OK, so it didn’t exactly look good early.

Kodai Senga‘s second pitch of the night was redirected by Shohei Ohtani to Carbonation Ridge for a 1-0 Dodger lead.

Senga’s fourth pitch of the night skipped under Mark Vientos‘ glove, allowing Mookie Betts possession of first base.

Senga’s 13th pitch? Freddie Freeman smacked it to right-center for a double, […]

Such Efficient Losing

The Mets haven’t lost more than two consecutive games all year. But they sure do pack a lot of defeat into their brief losing streaks.

Sunday…yeech. Monday… more of that. The back-to-back scores — 8-2 and 3-1 — were dissimilar, but the trajectory duplicated itself. Mets fall behind. Mets stay in it. Mets loiter in […]

The Arc of the Baseball Universe Bends Toward Nothing

On nights I’m recapping, I put a little warning for myself on repeat in my brain: It’s not all about the narrative. We see patterns while watching baseball (or while doing anything else, storytelling monkeys that we are) and we find them irresistible — pattern detection is a tool we use to make sense of […]

Moments for Mets

The Mets won again, once again by not scoring a bunch of runs but getting remarkable pitching. Remarkable pitching … and having every key moment go their way. Which, granted, is often two different ways of saying the same thing.

I started off listening to Howie and Keith in my backyard and then moved to watching […]

Railway Companion

I turned on the Mets game a couple of minutes after my Metro-North train starting trundling south out of Waterbury, Conn., picking up the voices of Keith Raad and Pat McCarthy from distant West Sacramento. I switched trains in Bridgeport as old friend Luis Severino won an extended battle with Brett Baty even as he […]

Dog Watch

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 […]