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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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Taking a Bite Out of the Overdogs

Take that, overdogs!

Putting up 12 runs against the Yankees in their home park won’t change anything about October or much about the trajectory of a disappointing Mets season, but boy was it ever a satisfying way to spend a Saturday afternoon.

Francisco Lindor led off with a line-drive homer into the short porch on Gerrit Cole‘s […]

The Unicorn Speaks

“The final score, Mets 15 Marlins 14. What a night in Miami. Steve, I understand you have our star of the game standing by.”

“That’s right, Gare. We’re here with Uni Corn. Uni, I should let you catch your breath, but I’ve gotta ask, you don’t make many appearances with us.”
“Um, is that a question?”
“Let me […]

Somebody Else’s Old Friend

I wasn’t wishing any ill will toward Huascar Brazobán when he came into Saturday night’s game to face his former team, beyond hoping his former team would rough him up gently.

It was the seventh inning of a game the Mets were leading, 7-5, an evening pervaded by the sense that this game could be going […]

The Opposite of Dispiriting

The 2025 Mets were lousy, basically without interruption, from June until they expired in Miami, with the date on the carton confirming that sour-milk taste you’d been trying to convince yourself wasn’t there really had been. It’s hard to single out games that stuck in the craw when pretty much all of them did, but […]

A Whole Lotta Not Much

If you had plans Saturday night that didn’t involve watching the Mets, well, I applaud your life choices.

Robert Stock was unlucky at first and then had no one to point the finger at unless a mirror was involved, which led to him being left out on the Pittsburgh mound to take a beating. (The modern […]

The First Day of Not Much

Sean Manaea pitched … well, OKish in that he walked a ton of Guardians and gave up hits to more Guardians but somehow emerged from it only mildly scathed. Daniel Duarte, newly shot up the bullpen pecking order by vacancies, pitched well and so did Nate Lavender, finally getting to make his big-league debut. Kodai […]

Certifiably Bonkers, Again

Unfortunately, bonkers wins count the same as ho-hum ones.

The Mets’ 7-6 extra-inning win Monday night in Atlanta was certainly bonkers, even certifiably so. Proof: Juan Soto hit a go-ahead home run into the upper reaches of the Chophouse (rudely interrupting its trajectory to the moon) with two outs in the ninth and there was some […]

Before, During, After

Before the Mets fell — and I do mean fell — in Atlanta on Saturday night, 14-3 (Pete Gogolak connected for a late field goal, but those two Falcon touchdowns were too much to overcome), Juan Soto was named as a starting outfielder to the National League All-Star team. This might be a fact worthy […]

We’d Love a Parade

Welcome back to NBC 4 New York’s continuing coverage of this unforgettable day. We now go live to Bruce Beck, who has word of an unforeseen development, as the massive downtown celebration of the NBA champion Knicks takes an unexpected turn.

Natalie, since Lower Broadway was already set up for an UNBELIEVABLE procession, New York City […]

Good Night, San Diego

One final late night West Coast start for 2026 awaited. Its contents were a mystery at its beginning, but you couldn’t be blamed if you sensed in advance something would go awry. Escaping the Metsian temporal cul-de-sac is rarely a breeze.

Saturday. San Diego. After dark. You don’t have to be Joe Piscopo to report that […]