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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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Not Exactly the Plan

OK, there isn’t a plan — baseball routinely makes a mockery of plans — but there is a blueprint a team tries to follow, and I’m pretty sure the Mets’ blueprint wasn’t labeled LOSE WITH BARELY A WHIMPER TO PATRICK CORBIN AND ERICK FEDDE. I flashed back to 1990, when the Mets’ quest for a […]

Things Stop Working

In Game 1 of Saturday’s doubleheader against the Phillies, the Mets’ 2022 formula worked to perfection: grind out at-bats, drive up pitch counts, exploit weaknesses and strike.

Brandon Nimmo led off with a walk against old chum Zack Wheeler, who threw 17 pitches in the first and 20 in the second, unscored upon but with his […]

Fits, Starts and Immaculate Enough Endings

Through seven innings Friday night, the Mets-Marlins contest could have gone either way. It’s not unusual that the identities of a given game’s winner and loser are yet to be determined with two regulation innings to go, but this brand of uncertainty gnawed a bit deeper. Lose this game to the Marlins, and it’s a […]

Time to Take Out the Trash

When cleaning up after dinner, I gather momentum. It doesn’t matter that the Mets are playing. It doesn’t matter that the Mets are batting. If I have the garbage together, I want to tie it up and take it to the Dumpster. Might I miss something momentous? Probably. My non-Elias statistics tell me approximately 70% […]

An Old Rule Revisited

I’ve heard it said that the second best thing one can do with an evening is watch your favorite baseball team lose a game. And that’s probably true.

But there’s watching your team lose a baseball game and there’s watching your team get its collective behind whooped, and Tuesday night was the latter. Trevor Williams was […]

Have Some Medina, M’Dear

Why shouldn’t Adonis Medina have been depended upon in the clutchest of spots to deliver for the 2022 Mets? For the same reason the likes of Patrick Mazeika, Nick Plummer and Colin Holderman, to name three previously little-known quantities, shouldn’t have — no reason whatsoever.

You may have noticed no Bench Mob sobriquets or t-shirts have […]

No Really, the Mets Are Good

I was in L.A. Thursday morning through Monday night attending Star Wars Celebration (and probably getting COVID, but we’ll see), and felt the usual guilt about abandoning my post. Though I didn’t, really — the Mets kept sneaking into the picture, as they have a way of doing.

There they were for the last couple of […]

Two Shirts, One Win, No Eraser

Did I want a pencil, the fella who sold me my program/scorecard asked me. Since the pencil was free and the paper bag with handles was a nickel, of course I said yes to the pencil with no eraser and not even NEW YORK METS written across it. Rule No. 1 of ballpark retail customer […]

An Eleanor Rigby of an Outing

Ah, look at all the long relievers
Ah, look at all the long relievers

Stephen Nogosek
Picks up his glove in the pen
And he starts to get warm
Buck likes his form

Waiting since Sunday
Stretching in back with the pack
Of the arms seldom used
Tries to stay loose

All the long relievers
Patience is their key
All the long relievers
The score is eight to […]

Strikeouts While Adonis is Hot

On Saturday night in Phoenix, we learned the Mets’ starting pitching depth only goes so far. Because of injuries, we had seen our No. 1A through No. 7 starters acquit themselves brilliantly this season. We haven’t seen No. 1 — Jacob deGrom — but we can vouch for his brilliance. Everybody else, from Max Scherzer […]