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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 Fabric of Summer

Eighteen years ago, I added a new team to my consciousness.

The Brooklyn Cyclones weren’t actually a new club. They were the old St. Catharines Stompers, and spent the summer of 2000 as the Queens Kings, affiliated with the Blue Jays but owned by the Mets and playing before basically nobody at St. John’s. That was […]

Sometimes You Don't Know What to Think

How would you describe Friday night’s Mets game? Thrilling? Reaffirming? Anxious? Horrifying?

Maybe all of the above?

I spent most of the evening not knowing what to think, with good and bad arriving one after the other.

For openers, I wondered when I started trusting Steven Matz. Matz hasn’t had a bad outing in more than a month, […]

The Haunting

The Mets were on YouTube Wednesday. I have no idea how that went, which is probably for the best, since that was a game crying out for some combination of Gary, Keith and Ron to provide perspective and perhaps solace, following the absurd bullshit of Tuesday night. The two factoids that will haunt me: The […]

Only Mostly Dead

When is taking an 11-1 lead to the ninth inning not a laugher?

The answer isn’t “when you give the ball to Chris Mazza and wind up wondering if he can get three outs before the other guys score 10,” though Friday night’s game felt that way for a fidgety spell. No, the answer is when […]

Whatever Lies Ahead

Well, so much for the easy part.

Oh my God, Fry, couldn’t you go seven words without being a bringdown?

Honestly, I didn’t mean to do that. Let me zoom out a bit and try that again.

There have been a number of Mets seasons in which a cupcake part of the schedule has beckoned, suggesting a chance […]

You Must Be Within Four Games of .500 to Ride This Ride

So in the end, after all the Sturming and Dranging, the Mets did nothing else. Noah Syndergaard stayed (and celebrated with a fairly hilarious bit of guerrilla Twitter video). Zack Wheeler stayed. Edwin Diaz stayed. Even Todd Frazier stayed. Prospects of whatever pedigree did not arrive. Cash considerations were not considered. Former college roommates of […]

Whatever They’re Doin’, It’s Workin’

Hey Brodie, whatcha doin’?
Throwing a chair in a meeting with Mickey and his coaches.

Awesome! Hey Brodie, why ya throwin’ a chair?
I won’t be taking any further questions at this time.

Cool! Hey Mickey, whatcha doin’?
Getting ejected after Frazier did, but otherwise trying to act like everything is perfectly normal around here.

Outta sight! Hey Todd, whatcha doin’?
Getting […]

Attention: The 7 Train is Running on the 4 Track

The lazy interpretation of a Mets win over the Yankees is that the Mets looked like the Yankees and vice-versa, ha-ha; you can almost hear it coming out of the generic local anchor throwing it to sports. Excuse me while I step outside and punch that narrative in the face.

Yet now that I’ve gone there, […]

Get Us Over

We know from starters, emergency starters, long relievers, middle men, lefty specialists, setup men and closers. In 2018, thanks mostly to the machinations of the Tampa Bay Rays, we were introduced to something called the opener.

Jason Vargas filled none of […]

Boredom > Terror

Tuesday’s game at New Soilmaster marked an unhappy milestone for the new season: it was the first time I found myself deeply bored.

Seriously. The Mets scored a flurry of runs off Jose Urena and the Marlins’ slapstick defense (that part was fun), and then the game bogged down in a quagmire and 50 dudes more […]