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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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Game of Jones

Your correspondent, taking a whirl at Beating the Booth, for fun and self-flagellation.

Beat the Booth, the thoroughly Metted game show that pairs Howie Rose and Gary Cohen and therefore offers plenty of reason to watch, is at last coming to an SNY near you. It will air tonight and tomorrow following your regularly […]

Absurdist Drama Adds Prestige Character

Previously on The Mets…

“Eleven in a row! This is the year, baby!”

“Oh no. Who’s hurt now?”

“Sure, the pitching’s great, but they can’t score to save their lives.”

“They’re never gonna win another game, are they?”

“We’re making a roster move and adjusting our rotation accordingly.”

“We don’t need another pitcher. We need a bat.”

“He’s from around here, you […]

Take the Money and Rain

Welcome to your recurring state of suspended animation, last visited approximately two years and one month ago. The Mets haven’t lost and they haven’t yet lost. I suppose the same could be said about winning, but I just sat in the rain for what seemed like several hours, but it was just several innings and […]

Graduation Season

Steven Matz graduates to the big time on Sunday. Or the Met time, at any rate. The efficacy of Sandy Alderson’s doctoral thesis in mathematics — the GM contends six starters will fit snugly into five slots — remains to be seen, but official confirmation that the last lavishly hyped pitching prospect of the current […]

The End of the Beginning of an Era

The Mets won a game today, and in case you had any doubt, winning most definitely feels better than losing.

So how’d they win? By the skin of their teeth, actually. They got their usual terrific starting pitching, with Jacob deGrom throttling the Brewers. They got just enough hitting — TWO WHOLE RUNS, MA! And they […]

It’s Too Late to Turn Back Now

The Mets, losers of seven consecutive ballgames, will win again. They may win their next scheduled date this very afternoon against the Brewers. Jacob deGrom is still one of the finest pitchers around and the Brewers are still — despite taking the first two games of this series — a last-place team with the worst […]

Blue in the Face

I’m not sure what the point of this recap is. Just go read this one — because the Mets just replayed Friday’s game, down to the comedy of errors on a good bunt to third.

Once again, the key figures were Ruben Tejada, pressed into service at an unnatural position, and the pitcher — then it […]

A Little Bit of Hamilton in My Life

It was the “Mambo No. 5” game. That’s one of the two ways I differentiate it from all the other games I’ve attended. In the seventh-inning stretch, they played “Mambo No. 5,” the very contemporary and very kitschy song Lou Bega was making famous late in the summer of 1999. I don’t know why they […]

The Thoroughly Lost Weekend

I must have been inspired by the incessant promotional buzz generated by those Steve Miller Band concert spots, because in the spirit of the narrator of “Abracadabra,” I tried to conjure some rah. Maybe even some rah-rah. Undeterred by the six deadly frames that preceded them, I threw myself into the seventh, eighth and ninth […]

The Father’s Days of Our Lives

The Mets work on Father’s Day, so it’s not surprising to look back and find they occasionally did something memorable come the third Sunday in June. Marv Throneberry legendarily didn’t touch first (or second) in 1962. Jim Bunning didn’t allow any Met to touch first in 1964. Somewhere in the middle of the 1980s, Ralph […]