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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 New Flavor of Dismal

Well, they didn’t lose 12-0.

Nope, on Tuesday night the Mets fell behind 4-0 in the first, but then won the rest of the game 3-1, which is a roundabout way of saying they lost 5-3. Kodai Senga somehow only gave up two hits over four innings, but those two hits came in the form of […]

The Kind of Losing That Comes With an Asterisk

The Mets won … it just feels kind of like they didn’t.

Not only did they win, they also did some things pretty impressively. They ground out lengthy ABs. Most everybody pitched well, with Jonah Tong emerging from the scrum of openers and serial relievers with a win and Luke Weaver pantsing Sal Stewart to shut […]

Ballpark Visit: Globe Life Field

At the end of April I reclaimed my “have been to all 30 major-league parks” status with a trip to Globe Life Field to see the Texas Rangers take on the visiting Athletics.

I’d like to tell you that the rest of this piece is a celebration of baseball, but alas it isn’t — beyond the […]

Beyond Game 161

What is it with the Mets, the Marlins and Game 161s? (Games 161? Anyway.)

I’m generally allergic to tidy narratives, but this one was undeniable: John Maine in 2007, Johan Santana in 2008 … and now Clay Holmes in 2025.

No, Holmes didn’t go all the way. But that’s nitpicking — he’s a converted reliever who’s way […]

End of an Era

Unfortunate news from Cincinnati, as Jonah Tong had to be recalled from Cooperstown and will have go through the formality of an actual career before his Hall of Fame induction.

Tong surrendered three homers (including the first big-league shot for fellow rookie Sal Stewart) and walked four, though oddly, he gave up no other variety of […]

Michigan J. Team

Sunny Sunday, slight chill, right field corner, Citi Field. It’s September with a lead over our more or less blood rival in the Wild Card race, and I’m just waiting for the Mets to do something. Do something, do anything? No, I’m being vaguely specific in my desires. I’m waiting for the Mets to do […]

Look Who's No. 6

LOOK WHO’S NO. 6

OK, maybe that message isn’t inspiring enough to make a September scoreboard in Queens, but it’s true: At this writing the Mets are a game ahead of the Braves for the third National League wild card, which is a fancy way of saying sixth in a league that now grants playoff spots […]

When Plan B Turns Out A-OK

The Mets’ ebullient recent narrative showed a couple of cracks Friday night against the Reds.

Francisco Lindor continued his hitting streak and made a nifty play at shortstop, but he didn’t walk off the Reds or solve the Middle East conflict in an idle moment between innings, somewhere between surprising and shocking given how he’s been […]

Too Many Innings

As soon as you understand that a manager is going to try to “stay away” from using the relievers he relies on most, you also understand you’re going to need either a spit-ton of runs from your lineup or a comparable amount of innings from your starting pitcher. By the middle of the sixth inning […]

Just Enough Still Counts as Enough

Baseball — perhaps you’ve heard — is a game of contrasts.

Take Hunter Greene vs. Jose Quintana, the starters for Friday night’s game in chilly Cincinnati. Greene is young, enormous and all but dripping talent, in possession of a high-90s fastball he can throw past big-league hitters as well as an evil slider tailor-made for embarrassing […]