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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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Good Game, Good Game, Good Game

I remembered that the Mets had taken part in the Little League Classic before, though in my recollection they’d been walloped by the Phillies, which is further evidence that this woeful baseball summer has been bad for my mental health: In fact, back in 2018 it was the Mets who did the walloping.

Maybe it was […]

Pratfall & McLean

The best chance for Mets fans to enjoy some happy days rather than endure more dog days as mid-August inevitably commences shedding summer will appear on the Citi Field mound this afternoon when Nolan McLean makes his major league debut. I was going to call it his hotly anticipated major league debut, but it’s almost […]

Other Sides of the World

I generally keep track of what the Mets are doing even if I’m away, sneaking looks at MLB.tv, popping an airpod into an ear, or at least letting GameDay do its pantomime thing in my lap.

But combining a trip to Iceland with the Mets’ Road Trip from Hell was a perfect recipe for being well […]

These Things Happen

A pretty good baseball team soundly defeated another pretty good baseball team on Friday night in a corner of the country far from the one where I struggled to stay awake to witness the entirety of the contest. By drifting off as I tend to when baseball games begin inconveniently late where I am, I […]

All About Momentum

Baseball is always about momentum.

On Thursday night the Mets emerged from a terrifying game with the Phillies as the owners of a hard-fought win. It’s the kind of game that pulls teams together, that gives them a certain sense of purpose when they head for the next battleground, newly confident that they can, in fact, […]

The Ultimate Sunday Afternoon Quiz

What distinguishes every Mets “game go” that involves me and my friend Mark Simon?

As was the case on Sunday afternoon, when Mark and I went to Citi Field to ostensibly watch the Mets play the Mariners, each of us brings several, perhaps many Mets-based trivia questions to ask one another.

What’s the purpose of these trivia […]

Only One Thing Missing

The Mets played a ridiculously entertaining game Saturday night, once that saw them come back from three runs down and again from four runs down, one that featured a DJ Stewart homer and a Mark Vientos moonshot and a Francisco Lindor screen-rattler, and one that turned, as so many games do, on Daniel Vogelbach using […]

Finding Their Way, Somehow

Fireworks Night in a lost season is always a bit of an asterisk: There are a lot more spectacle-oriented fans in attendance than one might wish, treating the baseball game like it’s the opening band. They wait with varying degrees of impatience, get in your way in the aisles, and annoy you with their conspicuous […]

Grab All the Extra Bases You Can

Angel Hernandez, a master of ruining endings of baseball games, was ready to roll early Sunday afternoon, out to ruin a baseball game that had barely begun. It took him all of five pitches to pull a Sparky Lyle by dropping trou and planting his bare bottom on the Mets-Marlins finale birthday cake. Brandon Nimmo, […]

That’s Why They’re Called Throw Pillows

Pete Alonso just swung by to remind us that not every Met ending that oughta be happy winds up that way, nor do even the most promising of post-1986 Mets teams always play baseball like it oughta be. Or maybe Pete Alonso just swung — again. Last we saw him, he couldn’t help himself.

It was […]