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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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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 […]

The Immaculate Day

I wish I had brought some string with me. An enormous spool of string. Had I, I could have offered some to each player I saw in the Shannon Forde Press Conference Room Sunday morning and asked him to align himself just so in order to form the most Amazin’ live-action Immaculate Grid you could […]

The Stuff of Legend

It had rained for forty consecutive nights. The Mets had lost their previous fifty games. They had been no-hit for sixty innings in a row. Their most storied slugger was so desperate to effect change that he swung at a pitch seventy feet below sea level.

With one crack of the bat, the earth shook (eventually) […]

The Best Possible Outcome

Everybody had a hard year
Everybody had a good time
Everybody had a (M)et dream
Everybody saw the sunshine
—Lennon and McCartney, more or less

When I left for Citi Field early Sunday afternoon, Buck Showalter was the manager of the New York Mets. Before I arrived at Citi Field a little later Sunday afternoon, Buck Showalter let it be […]

Penultimate Weekend Wrapup

• The Mets lost, 5-2, at Citizens Bank Park on Sunday night, completing a weekend in which there was a definitive milestone of futility planted every step along the way. Sunday’s wasn’t as momentous as clinching a losing record (Thursday), being mathematically eliminated from postseason contention (Friday) or assuring the 2023 Mets would drop further […]

Dear Marlins

Marlins Nation! We need to talk! Because what just happened?

We just took it to the Atlanta Braves — the mighty Braves! — by sweeping a three-game series and outscoring Acuna and Strider and Co. by a cool 23 runs. There are less than two weeks to go in the season, and the playoffs are right […]

Mets Having Fun

Like other varieties of stopped clocks, every so often the Mets are just right.

On Tuesday night they hit a barrage of homers, with Ronny Mauricio’s inaugural blast the most impressive; they got good starting pitching; and they survived the inevitable bad bullpenning to take a game away from the Diamondbacks.

Jose Butto provided the good starting […]

Pick Up Another One

Perhaps the most charming scene in a movie loaded with them is when a nervous Mark “Rat” Ratner first approaches Stacy Hamilton at the counter of Perry’s Pizza in Fast Times at Ridgemont High. Armed with Mike Damone’s never-fail “send out this vibe” dating advice, Rat smoothly starts his come-on.

“What do you do with the […]

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 […]

Some Things Can't Be Patched

The good news: The Mets fixed the New York-Presbyterian patch, the one that was unreadable and looked vaguely like an ad for the Phillies, Dunkin’ Donuts or some nightmarish chimera of those two entities. It annoyed Steve Cohen, and when you’re Steve Cohen and you’re annoyed, people hop to it.

The other good news: Nope, that […]