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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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Whoever They’ll Be They’ll Be

When the Mets edged the Braves in the afternoon portion of Wednesday’s day-night “doubleheader” at Citi Field (if they scan for tickets twice, then it’s really just two wholly separate games played on the same day), it was both satisfying and mystifying. The satisfaction came mainly from the Mets having extended a winning streak to […]

One Battle After Another

Here’s a free preview of the 2026 Holy Books roundup: It wasn’t Carson Benge‘s fault.

On Friday night Benge made not one but two sparking plays against the Dodgers, first nailing Shohei Ohtani at third when the best player in the history of the game tried to turn a one-handed excuse-me double into a triple, and […]

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 […]

A Very Bonnie Win

Every now and then, the Mets fall apart. Take Sean Manaea. Thursday afternoon under cloudy skies against the visiting Royals, he was totally blitzed at the start by Lane Thomas’s leadoff home run. Did we get a little terrified? At the very least, everything looked dim to us, but then our Comeback Lefty of the […]

Before, During, After

Before the Mets fell — and I do mean fell — in Atlanta on Saturday night, 14-3 (Pete Gogolak connected for a late field goal, but those two Falcon touchdowns were too much to overcome), Juan Soto was named as a starting outfielder to the National League All-Star team. This might be a fact worthy […]

Variations on Losing

So let’s see. The Mets…

…turned Sean Manaea‘s sixth pitch of the game into a 1-0 deficit, as Juan Soto let what should have been a George Springer single bounce over his head, after which it also eluded A.J. Ewing, allowing Springer to dash pell mell around the bases and score.

…hit about eight zillion balls 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 […]

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 […]

Before the Big Feast, a Humdrum Appetizer

A few hours before the Knicks turned New York City into the world’s largest block party, the Mets lost a humdrum game against the Braves by the told-you-it-was-humdrum score of 3-1.

To be fair, the biggest positive of the game was actually worth noting: Sean Manaea got the start and turned in six effective innings, a […]

Good Company

Emily and I were up in Massachusetts for our high-school reunion and so missed both the good vibes of Friday night’s game and the disappointment of Saturday’s clunker. Plus we drove up Thursday night, which was an off-day, spent by the Mets in their usual posture of wandering the West Coast.

Even in a season that’s […]