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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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Late Night Sunny Side

Be glad that the first-place Mets compete on the same elite level as the first-place Dodgers.

Be glad that the Mets play close, compelling games versus the defending world champions.

Be glad the Mets can show up at Dodger Stadium and grab a quick 1-0 lead off future Hall of Famer Clayton Kershaw.

Be glad Tylor Megill can […]

It’s Raining Gum, Hallelujah!

Scoring the two runs necessary to defeat the Chicago White Sox on Memorial Day was less a matter of pulling teeth than implanting them for the New York Mets. Virtually no baserunners for innings on end. Then baserunners. but none of them driven in. Ultimately, a sacrifice fly in the eighth and a sacrifice fly […]

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, […]

In a Strange Country

Friday night’s game … goodness, where do you even start?

Let’s start with the weather. It wasn’t supposed to rain in New York, or at least not seriously enough to matter, but it’s done nothing but rain in New York all May, so if it isn’t doing that you check and see if it just did […]

Spreading Subway Series Happiness

Who could or would be happy that the Mets beat the Yankees in the Bronx on Saturday? Us, obviously. The Mets beating the Yankees is a thing for us. We’re Mets fans. We like when the Mets beat anybody. We especially like the Mets beating the Yankees.

We like Griffin Canning, he of the 2.47 ERA, […]

Seems Like Recent Times

I burrowed inside my television early Sunday afternoon, and there it was: Roku, right where I left it. I hadn’t watched it much since last summer when I installed it so I could take in a desultory Mets-Marlins affair because MLB told me it was the only way I could see it. Streaming a game […]

Season Debut

Some years ago, I improved my baseball life considerably by swearing off April games.

Yes, I know April baseball can be lovely — Greg and I once spent a snoozy but idyllic March 31 at Shea in 80 degree weather, watching the Mets and Phillies do nothing in particular until Alberto Castillo, of all people, won […]

Several Kinds of Wonderful

Yeah! Luis Torrens! The backup catcher thrust into near-everyday action is the hero in the bottom of the eighth, rescuing the Mets with a double all the way down the left field line, scoring Brandon Nimmo from second, salvaging an inning that nearly went by the wayside on the basepaths, breaking a tie, and positioning […]

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 […]

Confidence Men

It might stretch credulity if I declared, yup, I knew Pete Alonso was gonna launch a three-run homer to tie the Mets-Marlins game at four in the eighth inning on Wednesday. The Mets had played ragged ball across the first seven and they weren’t too many outs away from a tails-between-their-legs flight home for a […]