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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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One for the Time Capsule

On Thursday evening, the Mets saw fire, or at least the haze from the smoke that wafted down to Philadelphia from Canada, and responded well, all climate conditions considered.

On Saturday afternoon, the Mets saw rain. A start time accelerated by an hour and an eventual 48-minute delay didn’t keep them from appearing all wet.

The James […]

Please Schedule Our Interventions

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 […]

Signals of Further Futility

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 […]

Oh God Do We Have To?

The email came from a work colleague: We’re planning our annual Mets outing, please RSVP.

My instinctive response: Oh God, do I have to?

That’s where this death march of a season has brought us: A free ticket to a Mets game feels like a burden.

The Mets have gone from confounding to infuriating and finally to the […]

A New Flavor of Dismal

Well, they didn’t lose 12-0.

Nope, on Tuesday night the Mets fell behind 4-0 in the first, but then won the rest of the game 3-1, which is a roundabout way of saying they lost 5-3. Kodai Senga somehow only gave up two hits over four innings, but those two hits came in the form of […]

The Impotence of Positive Thinking

“The Mets are a team bursting with all the desperation, psychosis, pain, chaos, and cruel optimism for a better future that persists though civilization’s sunset. We watch the catastrophe unfold, refusing to fully admit our doom…”
—A.M. Gittlitz, Metropolitans

Today I decided the Mets would win a ballgame. They were playing the Cubs on a Friday afternoon […]

The Whys Have It

A hazard of the recapping trade is you spend the game field-testing narratives in your head while the bedrock story is still unfolding, trying on summations variously grand, tragic or farcical.

After Kodai Senga‘s disconsolate departure, this was my first draft for this entire recap, channeling Dean Wormer’s caustic advice to Flounder in Animal House:

Bad at […]

A Worldwide Symphony

“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 […]

Happens Every Spring

It happens every spring: A Mets loss arrives and then departs eliciting no reaction beyond a vaguely affronted shrug. A loss — striking in a new season where you still remember every twist of every game, but soon to fade into anonymity, becoming part of the blur of series and road trips and homestands and […]

May Met Augustitude be Forgot

The trumpeter who scores the postgame scurry to the 7 on Mets Plaza made an interesting musical choice in the minutes following the fresh 5-1 loss the Marlins had inflicted upon the Mets inside Citi Field. He played “Auld Lang Syne,” a number usually reserved for December 31 rather than August 31. I wondered if […]