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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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All The Eras

Welcome to the Brett Baty Era of New York Mets baseball. It is fitting that you can’t spell “Bretty Baty” without “era”. After Wednesday night, the same could be said of “Max Scherzer,” “Starling Marte,” “Trevor May,” “Peter Alonso,” “Edwin Orlando Diaz” and “Francisco A. Lindor.” Lindor’s middle name is Miguel, actually, but you can […]

The Sure Thing (One of Them)

Welcome to A Met for All Seasons, a series in which we consider a given Met who played in a given season and…well, we’ll see.

I got the horse right here
The name is Paul Revere
And here’s a guy that says
If the weather’s clear
Can do
Can do
This guy says the horse can do
—“Fugue for Tinhorns,” Guys and Dolls

Psst…over […]

The Adventures of Pete & Not Pete

You knew me as Peter if you knew me at all
I tower several inches above six feet tall
I’d prefer if rather than Peter you please call me Pete
Get me onto the roster, I’ll get you out of your seat

You’ve […]

To the Break With a Thud

Last games before All-Star breaks are an intriguing subgenre. I can clearly remember the Mets going out on high notes that were microcosms of the momentum they rode as first halves closed. You don’t want the pause in the schedule, you don’t want the bats put away, you can’t wait to get back to baseball […]

Ready for the New Present

Can your blogger file his recap within the 24-hour window? Well, with an 11 am start he can. Why was the answer even close to know? Because this was the first game of the season I had no desire whatsoever to recap — which for me is usually a sign that I’ve finally accepted that the competitive part […]

The Way We Look to a Distant Constellation

We were excited in August of 2013. Reasonably excited, anyway. The Mets were 13½ games out of first place and 10 behind in the Wild Card stakes when the month began, so I wouldn’t oversell the euphoria angle. Yet as fans of teams that are not contending will, we readily embraced the chance to meet […]

How Dilson Herrera Is Like 18th Century Connecticut

So I’ve been reading this great book by Scott Weidensaul called The First Frontier, about the wars between the early colonists and the Indians. And a stray passage in it reminded me of something I’d forgotten: Connecticut’s 1662 charter claimed its western boundary was the “South Sea,” AKA the Pacific Ocean. This strikes us as […]

Everything's Coming Up Flores

I didn’t know much about Wilmer Flores before his promotion last week, primarily because I cultivate a state of plausible deniability where the Met minor leagues are concerned. I remain mostly blissfully ignorant about Met prospects because, quite frankly, I don’t want to know. With a handful of exceptions at the Harvey-Wheeler level, I figure […]

Fight the Future

In a season turned disappointing, Matt Harvey’s performances just get more encouraging.

Harvey throws a fastball in the high 90s and supplements it with a good curve and slider and a developing change-up, so this statement wouldn’t seem to be edging too far from the tree trunk. But none of Harvey’s pitches was working particularly well […]

Figurative Death to Literal Killjoys

Scenes from the end of a losing streak:

• Matt Harvey striking out 11 in five-and-a-third shutout innings.

• Matt Harvey showing command of multiple pitches.

• Matt Harvey oozing poise and maturity.

One night in Phoenix and the world’s our oyster.

For one night, anyway.

Per the epidemic of being cautioned against what I’m not supposed to read into the […]