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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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Revenge Is a Dish Best Served Whenever You Can

Let’s put a big asterisk on this one right away: There’s no such thing as revenge when one team is a cool 23 games ahead in the standings. The Braves losing a game to the Mets is like getting a mosquito bite on your way to the car after a bug-free picnic: You’ll scowl and […]

Word Association

“David Peterson.”
“I don’t know.”

“It’s simple, I mention a name or something else, and you tell me the first thing you think of.”
“I understand how word association works. My answer to ‘David Peterson’ is ‘I don’t know.’ I’ve been watching him pitch semi-regularly for four seasons — with Jacob deGrom gone, he’s the active pitcher who’s […]

How Quickly Things Change

A little over a week ago, we were lamenting the fact that the Mets seemed incapable of winning any games; Saturday night found us grousing that they couldn’t, in fact, win them all.

That’s how quickly things change in baseball, and how speedily they’d changed for the Mets: Good starting pitching, timely hitting and actual luck […]

One (Maybe) Gets Out of Here Alive

It took ten innings, but the Mets made the Padres look like the Mets while preventing the Padres from making the Mets look like the Padres. This is to say the East Coast version of the Padres beat the West Coast version of the Mets, 7-5, in extras.

If I wasn’t following one of these teams […]

Mystery Mets

Who are these guys and what have they done with the 2023 Mets?

Actually, don’t answer that, because who cares? And don’t look for them, because this is fine.

Unlike Wednesday’s heroic, up-off-the-mat victory, there wasn’t a lot of sweat expended Thursday in urging the Mets across the finish line. The game was essentially over in the […]

All The Stars That Never Were

With 25 home runs, Pete Alonso is an All-Star for the third time as a Met. Despite first-half performances suggesting they could have planned to join Pete on the flight from San Diego to Seattle this Sunday, Francisco Lindor and Brandon Nimmo remain players who’ve never been All-Stars as Mets. It is the latter cohort […]

Everything But the 6:44

Almost everything was great Saturday. Really.

The start time, Saturday afternoon at 4:10, was great. As a start time, 4:10 has élan. On any day, 1:10 can be too early, 7:10 too mundane. On a Saturday especially, 4:10 is the sweet spot. You have your day. You have your night. You have your baseball in the […]

Two Apples, Almost 700 Mets

She said she’d meet me in the bar
At the Plaza Hotel
Wear a jacket and a tie
‘What’s the occasion?’
She just smiled and she wouldn’t say why
—Long Island’s Own Billy Joel

“6:30 at apple?” landed like a fresh breeze in my inbox Monday evening, a few hours before the person who sent it appeared to all but permanently […]

A Pitcher's Best Friend

“I swear I could tear your throat out right now!”

That was said by a parking-lot attendant at Citizens Bank Park after our friend Jerome pulled an admittedly unconventional U-turn in an effort to escape a tediously slow line of vehicles waiting for spaces.

Welcome to Philadelphia, the City of Brotherly Love! And yes, sometimes the jokes […]

From Min Back to Max

Last time we saw Max Scherzer he was decidedly min against the Yankees, chiefly because his slider was batting-practice quality, hanging obligingly in the strike zone and waiting to be clobbered by any Yankee who fancied a go.

Scherzer vowed stonily that he would fix the problem, which sounded good but also sounded like the kind […]