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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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(Another) Lost Weekend

So the Mets had another team meeting … and things got worse.

Worse as in 12-1, worse as in out of it by the top of the second, worse as in Travis Jankowski finished up on the mound (before seeing a 2025 Mets AB, no less). Frankie Montas was terrible, the relievers who followed him weren’t […]

Eric Bruntlett Can’t Catch Us Now

Maybe you remember The Game-Ending Unassisted Triple Play Game, or TGEUTPG. If a game earns its name from a particular event within, it stands a pretty good chance of maintaining notoriety, with “notoriety” in this case being used correctly.

TGEUTPG concluded with Luis Castillo on second base, Daniel Murphy on first, and Jeff Francoeur batting in […]

A Long Way

There’s a lot one could say about Ronny Mauricio‘s third-inning home run in Denver Saturday night, starting with the fact that it went 456 feet and came down in the third deck.

That’s … a long way. The third deck is a place where fans sit contentedly expecting not to be involved in the proceedings way […]

Thirty Seconds of Mister Smile

The Mets played a strange game against the Greater Denver Daiquiri Machine Operators Local nine, who were sure spiffy in uniforms designed to look like the libations they serve so cheerfully. Oh wait, those were the Colorado Rockies, who inexplicably retired the best City Connects in the program and now look like human slushies. Their […]

Simplicity Field

Some ballgames elude complexity. Sunday’s had on one side of Citi Field the team that was tied for best record in its league, and on the other side of the divide the team with the worst record in all of baseball. The team with a best-record claim had three world-class sluggers. The team with the […]

A Kaleidoscope of Connections

Saturday’s game against the Rockies, the last tilt of May, was observed by your chronicler via a kaleidoscope of information sources from way out here in Tacoma, Wash.: looking down at MLB.tv on my phone during one of the Pacific Northwest’s never-quite-remitting rainstorms, via MLB Audio when the bandwidth pipe was a little too narrow […]

The Greatest Win of All

A staple of postgame postmortems, specifically in the games where leads got away within sports whose rigidly timed action flows back and forth, is that the team that lost played not to lose rather than to win. Their defense wasn’t aggressive enough. Their offense wasn’t opportunistic enough. Winning wasn’t the priority. Not losing was, […]

Got Away Day

On Sunday morning, I read the Mets had lost their final game before the All-Star break the previous seven years there had been an All-Star break (which is to say not including 2020). Hence, I kept my hopes in check that the Mets would extend their momentum to a six-game winning streak and burnish the […]

A Pitcher and His Best Friends

We’ve all said it. Made it a mantra, even. Enemy runner on first, maybe other bases too, maybe they’re loaded. Outs? Not enough of them. Maybe just one. Maybe none.

C’mon, get a ground ball.

It’s been called the pitcher’s best friend for a century or more — the ball put in play that yields two outs […]

Forget It Jake, It's Coorstown

Even in this age of humidors, Coors Field still produces games like Saturday night’s, with hits raining down like artillery, big leads proving smaller than they look on paper, a starting pitcher who’s been effective elsewhere left gasping for air, and relievers sawing the bullpen phone off the wall and hiding in that weird little […]