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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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Wonderful and Awful

The Mets won a misbegotten mess of a game against the Pirates Monday night, a contest simultaneously wonderful and awful, with eerily parallel mistakes ahead of a Mets closing kick that left you asking, “Wasn’t there an easier way to get here?”

Nothing seemed all that stange in the early innings, as David Peterson (excellent) dueled […]

Long Night in a Long Season

9:40 pm starts are to be regarded with suspicion even when the baseball they produce goes well — surely one could be doing something more worthwhile with one’s time, starting with sleeping.

And when the baseball produced goes badly, as it did Tuesday night? Then one feels like the guy from the old gambler’s adage, looking […]

The Real Met Gala

Thanks, Gare. Like you said, it’s midnight in Manhattan, and this is no time to get cute, yet as we know, every first Monday night of May marks the return of the Met Gala to Manhattan, and whenever the Mets are playing at midnight Eastern Time on that same night, the game is stopped, wherever […]

We Won and the Fellas Look Good

All happy families are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.

Good start to a famous Russian novel; excellent advice for baseball bloggers. It’s easier to write about miserable failing baseball teams than it is to write about happy successful ones. Angst and agita drive clicks and sports-radio hits and they also generate […]

The Arc of the Baseball Universe Bends Toward Nothing

On nights I’m recapping, I put a little warning for myself on repeat in my brain: It’s not all about the narrative. We see patterns while watching baseball (or while doing anything else, storytelling monkeys that we are) and we find them irresistible — pattern detection is a tool we use to make sense of […]

Several Kinds of Wonderful

Yeah! Luis Torrens! The backup catcher thrust into near-everyday action is the hero in the bottom of the eighth, rescuing the Mets with a double all the way down the left field line, scoring Brandon Nimmo from second, salvaging an inning that nearly went by the wayside on the basepaths, breaking a tie, and positioning […]

We Love Our Red-Headed Stepchild Wins All the Same

The Mets’ current formula for being 12-7 … well, it’s working while not seeming like a particularly good idea.

They pitch impeccably, which you don’t need to be a lifetime baseball fan to know isn’t sustainable, and they hit … hmm, how to describe this part? Minimally? Sporadically? Just enoughally?

Thursday night’s game followed this odd, not particularly […]

Dog Watch

If Monday night’s game had happened in late May or June, I think I would have fallen all over myself calling it taut and crisp, maybe with a side of hard-fought and close-run.

And I don’t know, maybe you called it those things while on your couch. Or, God forbid, while peering around you at a […]

Welcome, THB Class of 2024!

Oh, it was a fun year. Such a fun year! The fuel light came on and the engine quit a little ways short of the Promised Land, but what a joyride until then! We got 34 new Mets, five of them making their MLB debuts. Some look like pieces of the future, others remind us […]

The Summer of Smiles

The Mets lost, and their season is over.

Sean Manaea didn’t have his putaway stuff, Phil Maton looked gassed, and Kodai Senga turned in one good inning but not a second. Meanwhile, the hitters worked solid ABs and kept creating traffic, but couldn’t get the big hit they needed: They were 2 for 9 with runners […]