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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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Clash of the Non-Titans

“Clash of the titans!” my pal Pete texted from San Francisco, previewing Friday night’s Mets-Giants game.

My response? “Shitty baseball can be fun!”

Hey, sometimes I’m a prophet.

I feel a little bad for Pete, an on-again, off-again fan who chose this year to get more interested in the Giants. Oops — the Mets are bad (news flash) […]

Déjà Vague All Over Again

On Saturday afternoon, Nolan McLean was pretty darn beautiful, with an array of hitters and fielders supporting him in his attractiveness. Nolan went seven, giving up just a first-inning run. Juan Soto returned with a big RBI single. Jared Young — the Jonathan Pintaro or perhaps Daniel Duarte of the starting lineup — quietly chipped […]

Great Games Can Have Crummy Endings

I’ll grant you that we’re grading the post-deadline 2026 Mets on the curve, but still: Aside from the ending, that was a fine way to spend an afternoon.

You had Nolan McLean, with the movement on his pitches baffling the White Sox and sometimes McLean himself. I’m pretty sure what he did to Andrew Benintendi with […]

A Cavalcade of Unlikely Events

Some recaps go for analysis, others go for trying to capture what it was like to be in the moment. And we’ll do a little of that. But sometimes you just want to record what happened and be amazed.

So: Combine the top of the first and the top of the second of Monday night’s Mets-Padres […]

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 […]

The Primal Forces of Met Nature

The Mets through Monday had me so giddy of late, I was contemplating them in terms of borrowed memes.

My closer’s Senga
My ace Manaea
The offense is leavened
Mets in Twenty-Seven

Then, on Tuesday in Atlanta, the bats fell flat and the Mets got shut out (or, as it’s articulated in Wagstaff, “shutouted”). When they’re not raising hopes, they’re […]

Nolan the Next

In the bottom of the first Thursday afternoon at Cleveland, Nolan McLean threw his first pitch and got his first out on a fly ball to left, making him the soul of efficiency. Then he threw eleven pitches to his next two batters, eight of them balls, giving him two baserunners to negotiate. The next […]

Staring Out the Window and Waiting for Winter

A lesser-known quote from the great Rogers Hornsby has been on my mind recently: “People ask me what I do in summer when there’s baseball like this. I’ll tell you what I do. I stare out the window and wait for winter.”

Today is Greg’s recap, I plan to be on the East River in a […]

A Weekend of Ambient Baseball

This lost season has brought some actual good developments, among them Emily and I embracing the joys of “ambient baseball.” That’s baseball as an amiable companion, welcomed but not fussed over, and happening nearby as you have a conversation or eat something or just enjoy a peaceful moment.

You can make an MLB game into ambient […]

Damn Things Echoing Through the Ages

July 4’s delightful defeat in Atlanta had me drawing up a declaration of independence from the remainder of my team’s 2026 contests, so I didn’t particularly mind when the Mets and Braves started off late because of rain down in Georgia — hell, it can rain out the rest of this dreary year for all […]