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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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Your Mets Weather Report

I love our apartment in Brooklyn, but it has one nasty design flaw: The downstairs plumbing can back up during torrential summer storms, turning the toilet and tub into geysers of dirty water until the city’s sewer system catches up with all the water falling out of the sky.

It’s gross, y’all.

As you might imagine, this has […]

The Disturbingly Unknown Quantity

Saturday’s was one of those games in which you tend to focus on one key element that went awry until you realize the other key element never went anywhere and thus rendered the first key element’s awryness moot. Noah Syndergaard, Terry Collins said, threw two bad pitches. Your impulse will be to obsess on those two […]

City Noise

I’d love to tell you I just got around to writing this after staying out all night partying because there’s nothing like the Mets beating the Yankees in the first game of a Subway Series…WOO! But, honestly, I fell asleep not long after Friday night’s contest ended and couldn’t get myself going early this morning.

Nevertheless, […]

Here’s to the Non-Winners

I like to say that all you can reasonably ask for from your team year after year is that they give you hope. To me, that has always implied that you can hope your team will contend in earnest for a postseason berth, and to do that, your team has to win more games than […]

Hitting the Bump

Mets lost. Couldn’t seem to pick up the ball as it emerged from the collection of pointed extremities and slung arms that was Adam Conley, couldn’t lay off the high fastball, didn’t support Bartolo Colon, Colon and the bullpen didn’t give them much to support. That will suffice for summary purposes.

Here are three reasons not to […]

Meaning and Games in September

I can’t take me anywhere. I can, but I can’t depend on me to respond as social norms suggest I should.

I took myself to Citi Field Tuesday night at the invitation of a friend. The ostensible lure was the manifestation of that old Wilponian chestnut, Meaningful Games In September, MGIS for short (mishegas for our […]

Charmed Life (for Now)

Let’s go back to the top of the sixth Monday night, with the Mets facing the eternally irritating Marlins at a cheerfully rambunctious Citi Field. With the game tied at 1-1, two outs and runners on first and third, Derek Dietrich popped up a 1-1 pitch from Sean Gilmartin. It drifted over the Marlins’ dugout, where David […]

Toss It On the Pile With the Rest of Them

World War II ended in 1945, yet there were handfuls of particularly stubborn Japanese soldiers in far-flung outposts who hadn’t gotten word or refused to believe what they were told about their nation’s surrender. One, Hiroo Onoda, was found to still be fighting a war that was no longer in progress as late as 1974.

And […]

This Is NOT a Drill (OK, Actually It Is a Drill)

Noah Syndergaard had just finished retiring 19 of his last 20 batters faced and was sitting in the visiting dugout in Atlanta, perhaps thinking about his ninth win of the season. Tyler Clippard was on the mound, squinting in at Travis d’Arnaud with that little lip curl of his, trying to navigate through some wildness. […]

Love Hangover

When the Mets and Braves finally squared off in front of nobody Thursday night, I found myself watching with the intensity I normally bring to a split-squad game in mid-March. I had to remind myself that, hey, this one counts — in fact, it’s pretty damn important.

I wasn’t being arrogant — I remember late leads that seemed plump […]