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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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by Jason Fry on 12 May 2025 11:50 pm
The Mets won a misbegotten mess of a game against the Pirates Monday night, a contest simultaneously wonderful and awful, with eerily parallel mistakes ahead of a Mets closing kick that left you asking, “Wasn’t there an easier way to get here?”
Nothing seemed all that stange in the early innings, as David Peterson (excellent) dueled […]
by Greg Prince on 6 May 2025 2:00 pm
Thanks, Gare. Like you said, it’s midnight in Manhattan, and this is no time to get cute, yet as we know, every first Monday night of May marks the return of the Met Gala to Manhattan, and whenever the Mets are playing at midnight Eastern Time on that same night, the game is stopped, wherever […]
by Jason Fry on 5 May 2025 1:15 am
We’ve all heard Keith Hernandez say it, that common word that a California accent (or maybe it’s just Keith being Keith) strips of one familiar consonant. And Lord knows we felt it on a long Sunday that wound up for naught.
The Mets took walks. and the Mets pounded balls all over Busch Stadium against a […]
by Greg Prince on 3 May 2025 11:28 am
Darryl Strawberry hit 335 homers as a major leaguer. The vast majority of his first 252 flew over the moon. Not coincidentally, I was over the moon for all of them, because a) all 252 deposited runs into the account of the New York Mets; and b) Darryl Strawberry was Darryl Strawberry.
YEAH! HIS FIRST!
YEAH! HIS […]
by Jason Fry on 29 April 2025 11:48 pm
All happy families are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.
Good start to a famous Russian novel; excellent advice for baseball bloggers. It’s easier to write about miserable failing baseball teams than it is to write about happy successful ones. Angst and agita drive clicks and sports-radio hits and they also generate […]
by Greg Prince on 24 April 2025 1:30 pm
“No way we were losing that game!” I exclaimed the instant after we won that game, “that game” being Wednesday afternoon’s ten-inning thriller at Citi Field and “we” being the New York Mets, with me implicit in the first-person plural. Of course there were many ways we could have lost that game, as most games […]
by Jason Fry on 23 April 2025 1:08 am
Some years ago, I improved my baseball life considerably by swearing off April games.
Yes, I know April baseball can be lovely — Greg and I once spent a snoozy but idyllic March 31 at Shea in 80 degree weather, watching the Mets and Phillies do nothing in particular until Alberto Castillo, of all people, won […]
by Jason Fry on 19 April 2025 11:24 pm
The Mets won again, once again by not scoring a bunch of runs but getting remarkable pitching. Remarkable pitching … and having every key moment go their way. Which, granted, is often two different ways of saying the same thing.
I started off listening to Howie and Keith in my backyard and then moved to watching […]
by Jason Fry on 14 April 2025 8:46 am
I turned on the Mets game a couple of minutes after my Metro-North train starting trundling south out of Waterbury, Conn., picking up the voices of Keith Raad and Pat McCarthy from distant West Sacramento. I switched trains in Bridgeport as old friend Luis Severino won an extended battle with Brett Baty even as he […]
by Jason Fry on 12 April 2025 7:49 am
Mets 3, A’s 1, game called after four and a half innings because your recapper was weary and collapsed into his bed.
Wait, they don’t do things that way? Apologies — I figured maybe they did, what with everything else that was strange about watching the Mets and the A’s play in a ballpark that looks […]
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