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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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by Greg Prince on 3 September 2026 10:16 am
The Mets have used a franchise record-tying 64 players thus far this year. The proliferation of personnel has won them 63 games, or approximately one win per player. This ratio doesn’t exactly scream efficient allocation of resources, but that panoply of participants can sure make things exciting. Granted, the churn has backfired 77 times, but […]
by Jason Fry on 2 September 2026 7:37 am
In a lost season, the least the Mets could do was not get beaten by Freddy Fucking Peralta.
That wasn’t quite the only thing I wanted from the dregs of 2026, but it was pretty close to it: Sure, lose eleventy billion games while playing dull, uninspired baseball. Just don’t get beaten by the failed Met […]
by Greg Prince on 1 September 2026 11:25 am
The 2026 Mets are nobody’s genie, but they are on occasion capable of granting relatively small baseball wishes. Sometimes it takes them a while. When July was becoming August, and almost everybody you heard might be traded was getting traded, you might have wished “almost” could be upgraded to “everybody”. Specifically, Luis Robert, Jr., began […]
by Greg Prince on 16 June 2025 2:54 pm
BAZ was on the back of the jersey of the pitcher on the mound for Tampa Bay on Sunday. For a moment, I let myself believe BAZ was an icon on the level of CHER. Just one name. Just one syllable. All you needed to know was that BAZ was in town. No wonder Citi […]
by Greg Prince on 15 June 2025 12:02 pm
As it’s Father’s Day, allow me this recollection of the night, over dinner, my father decided he needed to read us a poem written by Rudyard Kipling.
What, this type of thing didn’t happen in your kitchen?
This was when I was in seventh grade, so perhaps the impetus was me mentioning, only because I was asked, […]
by Greg Prince on 14 June 2025 9:09 am
Except for the top of the sixth inning, Friday night at Citi Field was a pretty good game. The Mets scored five runs versus the Tampa Bay Rays and received five solid innings from Clay Holmes. Gotta like things of that nature occurring.
It’s a shame the top of the sixth, when Paul Blackburn and Max […]
by Jason Fry on 6 May 2024 8:35 am
I don’t know if therapy rays are actually a thing (they probably are), but I’ve been to Tropicana Field, which has the affect of the world’s largest basement rec room and smells vaguely like pool cleaner, and the most interesting part of the stadium is the oft-shown pool where cownose rays swim around in a […]
by Jason Fry on 3 May 2024 10:57 pm
Jose Quintana reported for work without any of the essentials, got bombed, and the Mets fought back gallantly but it wasn’t enough, the end.
That would suffice for a bite-sized recap, I suppose — this felt like one of the 50 or 60 or however many it is games that you’re guaranteed to lose, with the […]
by Jason Fry on 27 April 2024 11:38 pm
Adrian Houser seems like a decent sort. And he pitched cromulently enough for the Brewers last year: eight wins, a 4.12 ERA, a 3.99 FIP that suggested he’d earned his more conventional numbers.
Yet he’s the first 2024 Met I can’t stand.
Houser’s been horrible, which he admitted after the latest debacle on Saturday, calling his pitching […]
by Greg Prince on 19 May 2023 12:08 pm
I followed Thursday afternoon’s game from Citi Field as much as I possibly could, and it followed me almost but not fully everywhere I had to go. Thursday afternoons can be uncooperative that way. I had TV at the beginning and end, radio on and off in the middle, and pitches missed here and there. […]
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