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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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The Gas Theory of Bad Ballclubs

The Mets beat the White Sox behind back-to-back homers from Pete Alonso and Jesse Winker, with Jose Butto surviving a decidedly shaky ninth to secure the save.

That’s the brief, pertinent-facts-only recap of a game I absorbed in fits and starts — I’m out here in Tacoma getting my kid moved back into a dorm room, […]

Faith in Flushing Affirmed

I liked it better when ballplayers talked about “turning the page” on bad days. Sometime in the past decade or so, turning the page morphed into flushing, and not the charming village in Queens whose northwestern edge we know so well. “You gotta flush it” became the page-turning mantra of choice. Maybe nobody reads printed […]

We Shall Now Call the Roll

The chair recognizes the delegate from Manaea.

Mister Secretary! The great state of Manaea wishes to cast all seven-plus of its innings, including the first five-and-two-thirds that were absolutely PERFECT, for the team that allows its starting pitcher to consistently go at least seven innings when able, the team we will strive like HECK to bring […]

Outhitting Their Mistakes

Given the ebbs and flows of a entertaining yet maddening season, perhaps we’ve lost track of a simpler formula to make sense of the 2024 Mets: They need to outhit their mistakes.

The rotation is pedestrian, a bunch of No. 4 starters with ceilings as No. 3s. The relief corps is spaghetti at a wall. The […]

They're Always the New-Look Mets

All is fleeting, grasshopper. Even baseball teams. Especially baseball teams.

Mets come, Mets go. The franchise is an ever-shifting assemblage of overlapping stints in orange and blue, some lasting years, some concluded in minutes. For a fun game, construct a chain of overlapping Met teammates back to 1962 with as few links as possible; what I […]

Gimme Runs!

So that was certainly a palate cleanser.

The thud made by the back half of the series against the Braves left me fretting: that the Mets were about to topple into one of their periodic team slumps, that their starters would routinely implode in the middle innings, that new bullpen acquisitions would flame out, that … […]

Somewhere Over the Rainbow

One out from another inning on this, the eve of the Summer Olympics. The Mets had handed out pickleball paddles to lucky ticketholders when the night began, though I don’t think pickleball is an Olympic sport. I don’t think baseball is an Olympic sport this year, either, but that’s OK. We’re not going for the […]

Myths & Facts About 1-0 Wins

There’s a lot of disinformation circulating out there regarding current events. We would like to use this platform to help you sort out reality from fiction in one area of interest.

MYTH: The Mets always lose to the Marlins.
FACT: The Mets occasionally lose to the Marlins. They also occasionally beat the Marlins.

MYTH: The Mets never win […]

A Pitcher and His Best Friends

We’ve all said it. Made it a mantra, even. Enemy runner on first, maybe other bases too, maybe they’re loaded. Outs? Not enough of them. Maybe just one. Maybe none.

C’mon, get a ground ball.

It’s been called the pitcher’s best friend for a century or more — the ball put in play that yields two outs […]

Little Miracles

Some random observations from the Mets’ cudgeling of Patrick Corbin and the Nationals:

I’m going to get the complaining out of the way first: Dear God, what did they do to the black uniforms? Eliminating the white drop shadow was a dreadful idea; without it, the tops look murky and muddy, with the orange and blue […]