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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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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 […]

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 […]

Breaking: Mets Win!

It generally happens this way: A team that can’t get out of its own way finally gets out of its own way, and in the aftermath you’re left blinking in surprise and wondering, “What was so hard about that?”

Not that the Mets made it easy from the jump on Saturday. Bryce Harper connected for a […]

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 […]

Well That Was Also Certainly Ridiculous

I was right to be wary of Bryce Harper after a lousy game Thursday: BOOM Harper hit for the cycle.

It’s always a good call to be wary of Kyle Schwarber: BOOM two home runs in the third inning alone, 913 feet worth of pain, and then a homer to a more mortal distance later on. […]

Well That Was Certainly Ridiculous

Welcome to a sunny Friday without a baseball game, which is so weird that I know that come early evening I’ll be poking at my TV remote in consternation until I remember: “Oh yeah, stupid World Cup.”

At least that gives us extra time (see what I did there) to marvel at the Mets’ 6-4 win […]

Fading to Black

For a little while Wednesday night the Mets played non-embarrassing baseball. Which isn’t to say they were leading — they weren’t — but that they weren’t being beaten as badly as seemed likely at first.

Clay Holmes pitched OK-adjacent, giving up two runs in the first but escaping far worse harm, and hung in there until […]

A Sequence of Unlikely Events

One recipe for a good baseball game? A sequence of unlikely events. No-hitters flipped into walkoffs, storming back to a ninth-inning win, Houdini-ing your way out of what looks like statistical doom, that kind of thing.

Monday night’s game in Philadelphia was a good game, much as we would have preferred a duller one with a […]

Sing Along With the New York Mets

“My Girl” you know about — the singalong that accompanies Francisco Lindor‘s ABs is a new tradition that’s all the sweeter for its organic origins and the Mets having sense enough to stay out of the way.

But the crowd at Citi Field wasn’t satisfied with augmenting the Temptations. They did the honors on “Take Me […]

Magic in the Night (Eventually)

“Show a little faith! There’s magic in the night!”

That’s one of Bruce Springsteen’s best-known exhortations, a commandment for wavering lovers, teetering dreamers and yes, fans of oddly underwhelming baseball fans. But until Tuesday night, it had largely fallen flat where the 2025 Mets were concerned.

Until Tuesday night, but not forever.

Game two of the seven-game, two-city […]