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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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Area Team Briefly Unembarrassing

The Mets — yes, those Mets, the ones you root for even though the reason is no longer faintly discernable — won a baseball game.

A baseball game played against the Atlanta Braves, no less.

They won it slowly and then in a hurry and then slowly again: Kodai Senga fell behind 3-0 in the first when […]

In Which the Mets Engender Cheerful Thoughts

Like everybody else, I’m mortal. I have an expiration date, a timer that will ring, a final quarter that will yield GAME OVER. One day I’ll have a final moment and once it’s past, I’ll be dead.

I have no idea when that final moment will be — it could come a few minutes from now, […]

The Boys of No Longer Summer

Oh, how quickly things can change.

Who’d even heard of Phil Bickford 10 days ago? And yet tonight there I was cheering energetically for Bickford to get out of a straitjacket against the Cubs and give the Mets a win — in a rubber game, no less.

I could say I was on the edge of my […]

A Laugher? In This Baseball Economy?

Baseball is a sport of long-term truths that fight their way out of short-term noise, so the Mets winning a rain-interrupted laugher over the Cubs was only a surprise from an emotional standpoint: It had been pretty obvious to us loyal diehards doughty faithful pathetic masochists that they would never win another game in 2023, […]

In Which the Titanic II Auditions Musicians

There’s a post to be written about how the rest of the season is a chance for David Peterson and Tylor Megill — your last two Mets starters down in Baltimore — to show they belong in the starting rotation, to demonstrate that they’re more than just fill-ins for now-traded Hall of Famers, to add […]

The Beatings Will Continue; Morale Will Not Improve

James McCann destroyed the team that sent him away, going 3 for 3 with 5 RBIs and even stealing a base.

That’s the headline, but the punchline comes courtesy of our Metsmerized buddy Mike Mayer: Only two catchers have ever had at least 3 hits, 5 RBIs, a walk and a steal in a game against […]

So That Was a Lot

Some days can’t possibly be summed up by one post. So consider this one just the start of a conversation that kicks off tonight but will go on in some form for years.

The Mets traded pretty much everybody. Justin Verlander went back to the Astros, where — as I semi-seriously predicted — he’ll now face […]

Adventures on the Bell Curve

So now we know how Max Scherzer‘s conversation with the brass went — it turned out to be an exit interview, as Scherzer is on his way to the Rangers (along with $35.5 million through next year) in return for Luisangel Acuna, whom you probably didn’t know is the younger brother of Ronald Acuna Jr. […]

The Second Day of the Rest of Whatever This Is

It’s not quite Max Flack and Cliff Heathcote switching teams between games of a doubleheader, but spare a moment of consideration for David Robertson, who was a Met when it started raining and a Marlin when it stopped.

That’s a strange one.

A strange one, but probably not the only oddity heading our way: There was a […]

The Battle of Who Could Care Less

What are the stakes in a Subway Series where both sets of partisans would just as soon not?

The Mets and Yankees have not too dissimilar records (the Mets are bad in a meh way, the Yankees are just meh), are both mired near the bottom of their divisions, and have both stumbled through the summer […]