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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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Execution Day (Is Not Today)

With the Mets in a pennant race again, I’ve been remembering all the little stresses that come with meaningful games in September.

Here’s one of them: Getting to within an hour or two of the game and thinking that this could be Execution Day — the day where, if they don’t win, you can pretty much […]

Rainy Night in Flushing

First, it rained. Of course it rained. It wouldn’t have been a rainy Wednesday night without the rain. Rain delayed the start of the Mets-Cubs game twelve minutes, which was fine, because my pal Rob texted me that he was stuck in traffic and hence wasn’t going to meet me by the Apple as arranged […]

A Game That Needed a Noah

A long time ago, it looked like Noah Syndergaard was on his way to a perfect game.

That wasn’t 40 days and 40 nights ago — that’s the story of another Noah — but by the end of this deluged and drowned evening, with its two rain delays, it sure felt like it had been that […]

Mr. Clean Slate Here

“Hey, Greg, what’s this?”
“It’s a clean slate.”

“Aren’t you going to fill it in with details of Friday night’s brutal 4-1 Mets loss to the Royals?”
“Nope.”

“Why not?”
“Need a clean slate for tonight.”

“We understand the concept, Greg, but what about the way the Mets in the midst of a scalding pennant race couldn’t beat a team that […]

Double Shifts at the Superlative Factory

The rocket ride, amazingly, continues.

In front of a packed, delirious house, the Mets kept on playing baseball with verve and swagger and a talent for the impossible whenever it was necessary. From Noah Syndergaard shaking off some early stumbles (though Juan Soto will make even a sure-footed pitcher miss a step or two) to home-run […]

A Welcome Unreality

This is just like that other year when the Mets were diddling around for almost four months, then got hot and catapulted themselves into a playoff chase already in progress. Do you remember that other year?

You don’t. Because this is a new one on us. You’d think after 58 years, we’d have seen it all, […]

The Meaning of Noah

You could look at how Noah Syndergaard pitched Tuesday night’s game against the White Sox — brilliantly — and infer that this was Noah’s way of telling the Mets how much being one of them means to him.

You could look at how the Mets played in support of Noah as he pitched brilliantly — maddeningly […]

A Very Busy Day in Metstown

I’ll give the Mets this much: They do keep you interested.

I started Sunday in the park with Emily and Joshua, securing visors and nice tickets in section 101, another one of those sections that didn’t exist at Shea and so are irresistible to me. The best thing about our seats? This time, they were in […]

Some Days You're Just in a Bad Mood

It shouldn’t have been a day for vituperation.

I got out on the water in a kayak. It was a beautiful evening. Dinner was tasty. And there was a baseball game on. Honestly, lots of days could be put in the win column with just one of those things happening.

And the fact that the Mets were […]

Artistic Cruelty

By definition, extra-inning losses are cruel. To come so far, battling and staving off ruination, only to have it arrive anyway? That always hurts.

To that, let us add the noncontroversial contract rider that extra-inning road losses are crueler still. Ruin, when it comes, leaves you stuck in mid-gesture, on a field where nothing you do […]