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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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The Mirror Crack'd

Saturday afternoon’s game was, essentially, a mirror image of Friday night’s. This time it was the Giants hitting home runs all over the place, a Mets starter who got clubbed early, and the Mets who looked plucky in coming back but were more an annoyance than a threat.

Zac Thornton had one of those games, surrendering […]

Slouching Towards September

At one end of the rickety Passarelle Boardwalk, the US Open was just getting going. I shared my LIRR train from Woodside with people who were far too clean, fit, and stylish to be going to the other end of those dubious planks. Not exactly a slobs versus snobs scenario, but our differences were palpable. […]

Welcome to Uncle Andy's Baseball Camp

An oddity as this odd Mets season winds down is that I have remind myself Andy Green‘s top priority isn’t winning games. That’s always welcome, but not job one — job one is to conduct a quasi-instructional camp, in which new guys and new situations get tried out to see what might work in some […]

Some Nights Are Like That

It was Fernando Tatis Jr. vs. the New York Mets, and it was no contest.

Zac Thornton‘s first pitch of the game was met with about as perfect a swing as I’ve seen from a baseball player, and the ball came down on the moon.

In the bottom of the second, the Mets scratched and clawed against […]

The Opposite of Dispiriting

The 2025 Mets were lousy, basically without interruption, from June until they expired in Miami, with the date on the carton confirming that sour-milk taste you’d been trying to convince yourself wasn’t there really had been. It’s hard to single out games that stuck in the craw when pretty much all of them did, but […]

Games Like These

The Mets seem to have thudded back to Earth after their briefly winged tour of Cleveland and Pittsburgh … or perhaps it would be more accurate to say that a habitually ground-bound team is once again craning its collective neck to peer up at the clouds and wondering what the world looks like to entities […]

You Bet Your Beard

Long after the Black Sox scandal shook the faith of fifty million people, yet well before SNY viewers were inundated with lingo-laden advertisements urging us to make the games we’re already watching more interesting, there was betting on baseball, right in the middle of a major league clubhouse — and I don’t mean the one […]

A Brief Cessation of Terrible Things

Zac Thornton and a band of relievers were good. The Mets’ bats were better — 19 hits, including three each from A.J. Ewing, Francisco Lindor, Bo Bichette, Marcus Semien and Tyrone Taylor. Lindor had two home runs on a huge night, Semien smashed one into the second deck, and Taylor hit a longball as he […]

The Ol' Switcheroo

Remember the long-ago ad in which they switched a fancy restaurant’s presumably fancy coffee for Folgers crystals? A similar experiment seemed to have happened in Milwaukee Tuesday night.

That was platinum glover Brice Turang looking oddly lethargic on a Carson Benge grounder that wound up bringing in two critical runs, and that was the Milwaukee infield […]