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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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We're in Trouble

Yes, Ramon De Jesus’s umpire scorecard is going to be a thing to behold. (It’ll show up here if you want to torture yourself.) The most egregious missed call was, rather obviously, the ball four on Francisco Alvarez that was called strike three, turning a bases-loaded situation for the Mets into the end of an […]

Trust the Wins

By defeating Philadelphia on Saturday at Citi Field, the Mets elevated their win total to 86 while keeping their loss total at 69. Those are numbers a Mets fan likes to stare at as a playoff pursuit approaches its final turn. Invoking the two world championships in franchise history as a useful omen in the […]

A Different Kind of Fun

I can feel it coming. Maybe it’ll be this year, or in five or in 10, but it’s a when and not an if: My physician will settle himself or herself on a stool, make sure I’m paying attention, and say the inevitable words.

Mr. Fry, you need to stop watching baseball.

There will be alternatives offered: […]

Triple-A Slugging

Agee and Aspromonte. Alfonzo and Agbayani. Alou (Moises) and Anderson (Marlon). The possibility that two Mets whose last names began with an ‘A’ could each produce an HR in the same game has intermittently existed over the decades. I have confirmed Bob Aspromonte and Tommie Agee indeed went deep in tandem on May 18, 1971, […]

The Asterisk of Heartbreak

A couple of things I’ve finally figured out about pitchers in recent years of fandom:

Their game logs are portraits of ebb and flow, and you assume the worst (or the best) at your peril. Jose Quintana looked like a prime candidate for “I’ll drive that guy to the airport myself” earlier this summer; his last […]

The First 6.25%

When they announce the next year’s baseball schedule I take a look, because how can’t you? But after a couple of glances — When’s the home opener? How many times do we go to the West Coast? — I go back to whatever I was doing. The dates are far off, you have no idea […]

Smooch the Ugly Ones Too

Baseball, I’ve long insisted, is humanity’s acme of artistic expression. But that’s not to say every game is a work of art.

Whatever that was that the Mets and Blue Jays foisted on us tonight would definitely not qualify. It was a mess, with Tylor Megill mowing down anonymous Blue Jay recruits (and a morose-looking Vladimir […]

The Life of Huascar

Take a moment and consider the life of Huascar Brazoban.

Not long ago he was stuck on the Marlins, with Jazz Chisholm Jr. offering near-daily examples of being a bad teammate, Skip Schumaker staring out of the dugout like a man who can’t bear to think how long he’ll be on county work release, and the […]

The Big Bang Theory

Three-and-oh? You take. Of course you take. You always take on three-and-oh. Maybe not always always, but when you’re tied in the bottom of the ninth, there’s one out, and what you need more than anything else is a baserunner, you stand and you take.

Francisco Alvarez? You take. You’re like two-for-your-last-eighty (actually 12-for-72 entering Monday […]

On Missing a Triple

Aw, I missed a triple? I did. I nodded off in the seventh, shortly after Jose Butto came on in relief of Paul Blackburn, the score at Coors Field knotted at two. That’ll happen with any game that starts any time after 7:10 where I sit; then stretch out; then close my eyes for just […]