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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 Got Back to Him

The alchemy of desperation works in mysterious ways. The Mets…

say their murky goodbye to Jorge Lopez;

have an accountability meeting;

decide they can do better for part-time catching and hitting with Luis Torrens than they any longer will with Omar Narváez;

opt to provide regular reps for Christian Scott at Syracuse rather than let the rookie’s momentum stall […]

The Day After

The recap of Wednesday’s debacle belongs in my blog partner’s already pretty big Hall of Fame, because Greg nailed it: That disaster, from its on-field component to its off-field sequel, might or might not be rock bottom for the 2024 season, but it was unquestionably the end of something.

Somehow we all knew it, and I […]

Hello, I'd Like to Pet a Therapy Ray

I don’t know if therapy rays are actually a thing (they probably are), but I’ve been to Tropicana Field, which has the affect of the world’s largest basement rec room and smells vaguely like pool cleaner, and the most interesting part of the stadium is the oft-shown pool where cownose rays swim around in a […]

Onward Christian Scott

A dozen or so decades ago, the toast of New York National League baseball was a teetotaler projecting such a wholesome image, he was occasionally referred to in the press as the Christian Gentleman, though more readily as Matty or perhaps Big Six. Mostly, he was recognized as the indisputable ace of the Giants. His […]

A Not So Fine Mess

Jose Quintana reported for work without any of the essentials, got bombed, and the Mets fought back gallantly but it wasn’t enough, the end.

That would suffice for a bite-sized recap, I suppose — this felt like one of the 50 or 60 or however many it is games that you’re guaranteed to lose, with the […]

Winlike Symptoms

Francisco Lindor didn’t start Thursday afternoon’s game, much as he didn’t finish Wednesday night’s. He was said to be suffering from flulike symptoms. As someone who’s been enduring some of those myself, I can relate. I don’t have a Joey Wendle standing by to fill in for me, however. Wendle was an All-Star as recently […]

Let’s Get Pivotal

Intrigue lurked here and there among the Mets and Cardinals for seven innings Sunday afternoon. So, frankly, did boredom. As a baseball fan, you don’t want to dismiss a game with little scoring as boring; as a baseball fan, you are conditioned to appreciate tautness and tension, and there was a little much action between […]

Deliver Me, Oh Lord, From These Feckless Nibblers

Adrian Houser seems like a decent sort. And he pitched cromulently enough for the Brewers last year: eight wins, a 4.12 ERA, a 3.99 FIP that suggested he’d earned his more conventional numbers.

Yet he’s the first 2024 Met I can’t stand.

Houser’s been horrible, which he admitted after the latest debacle on Saturday, calling his pitching […]

Messrs. 3000

If you’re a dispassionate observer of New York Mets baseball, you’d take Francisco Lindor’s 4-for-4 day with a pair of homers and a quartet of RBIs on Wednesday and interpret that as a long overdue breakout that augurs well for an established star getting back to his career norm and likely having a characteristically terrific […]

Picnic in the Park

What do you suppose those 11 Mets and 13 Dodgers who were left on base Saturday did to amuse themselves while a baseball game was proceeding to nifty conclusion without them? Given what a beautiful day it appeared to be in Chavez Ravine, my guess is they broke out the wicker baskets and treated themselves […]