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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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When Four Become One

Monday was Jesse Orosco’s birthday, so for a moment I thought the Mets were honoring him by nearly but not quite blowing a formidable ninth-inning lead. In the mind’s eye, Jesse flirted with disaster a lot in his not quite best years. In his best years, he was infallible in the mind’s eye. The mind’s […]

Trust Game

The Mets haven’t explicitly promised to catch me if I fall backwards in their general direction, but I trust them to, figuratively speaking. In this young season that has shown signs of early maturation and sustained blooming, I keep coming back to a single five-letter word.

Trust. I trust these Mets to win ballgames. I trust […]

Moments for Mets

The Mets won again, once again by not scoring a bunch of runs but getting remarkable pitching. Remarkable pitching … and having every key moment go their way. Which, granted, is often two different ways of saying the same thing.

I started off listening to Howie and Keith in my backyard and then moved to watching […]

Several Kinds of Wonderful

Yeah! Luis Torrens! The backup catcher thrust into near-everyday action is the hero in the bottom of the eighth, rescuing the Mets with a double all the way down the left field line, scoring Brandon Nimmo from second, salvaging an inning that nearly went by the wayside on the basepaths, breaking a tie, and positioning […]

We Love Our Red-Headed Stepchild Wins All the Same

The Mets’ current formula for being 12-7 … well, it’s working while not seeming like a particularly good idea.

They pitch impeccably, which you don’t need to be a lifetime baseball fan to know isn’t sustainable, and they hit … hmm, how to describe this part? Minimally? Sporadically? Just enoughally?

Thursday night’s game followed this odd, not particularly […]

Fuck, Whack, Repeat

“FUCK!” I screeched when Francisco Lindor rolled over one to second in the seventh inning, and if I do say so myself, I was in midseason form. Dismay, frustration, pique — they were all audible and apparent. Then I whacked the couch just to underscore the point.

It was a night in which I had plenty […]

Daytime Believer

A day after Monday night’s freeze-fest, the Mets played a game that had been moved to Tuesday daylight hours and yet somehow took place in even less pleasant conditions. (They closed the Promenade, which ought to tell you something.) That verdict was clear pretty much from the jump: Clay Holmes‘ third pitch of the afternoon […]

Dog Watch

If Monday night’s game had happened in late May or June, I think I would have fallen all over myself calling it taut and crisp, maybe with a side of hard-fought and close-run.

And I don’t know, maybe you called it those things while on your couch. Or, God forbid, while peering around you at a […]

Restorative Justice, or At Least Close Enough

The City Connects were the perfect uniform for Saturday night’s Mets game, played in murky gray conditions with an inescapable wet chill, cascades of mist wafting through the air, and any ball that touched outfield grass leaving a spray of droplets to mark its progress.

A surprisingly big crowd showed up despite the obvious attractions of […]

Just-Anotherness Takes a Holiday

The fans who wait for their team to come off the road while the year is still young are rewarded for their patience with two Openers. There’s Opening Day, which is festive no matter that it’s taking place in another ballpark, and there’s a discrete Home Opener, which grants us a second helping of holiday […]