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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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Triple-A Slugging

Agee and Aspromonte. Alfonzo and Agbayani. Alou (Moises) and Anderson (Marlon). The possibility that two Mets whose last names began with an ‘A’ could each produce an HR in the same game has intermittently existed over the decades. I have confirmed Bob Aspromonte and Tommie Agee indeed went deep in tandem on May 18, 1971, […]

The First 6.25%

When they announce the next year’s baseball schedule I take a look, because how can’t you? But after a couple of glances — When’s the home opener? How many times do we go to the West Coast? — I go back to whatever I was doing. The dates are far off, you have no idea […]

Look Who's No. 6

LOOK WHO’S NO. 6

OK, maybe that message isn’t inspiring enough to make a September scoreboard in Queens, but it’s true: At this writing the Mets are a game ahead of the Braves for the third National League wild card, which is a fancy way of saying sixth in a league that now grants playoff spots […]

When Plan B Turns Out A-OK

The Mets’ ebullient recent narrative showed a couple of cracks Friday night against the Reds.

Francisco Lindor continued his hitting streak and made a nifty play at shortstop, but he didn’t walk off the Reds or solve the Middle East conflict in an idle moment between innings, somewhere between surprising and shocking given how he’s been […]

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 […]

The Amazingly Confounding Mets

You can never outguess baseball.

Last time we saw the Mets, they were getting walked off in excruciating fashion by the Padres, a wrenching reversal that denied them a series win and an off-day on which to exhale. Next up: the other National League team threatening to run away and hide in the wild-card race. The […]

They Didn't Let Him Get Out of It

A night after looking all but moribund against Joe Musgrove (seriously, you’re the wise one if you slept through it), the Mets put together one of their more satisfying wins of the season against Michael King and the rest of the Padres.

A common exhortation heard on my couch is, “C’mon, don’t let him get out […]

The Life of Huascar

Take a moment and consider the life of Huascar Brazoban.

Not long ago he was stuck on the Marlins, with Jazz Chisholm Jr. offering near-daily examples of being a bad teammate, Skip Schumaker staring out of the dugout like a man who can’t bear to think how long he’ll be on county work release, and the […]

Letting the Chips Fall

Things are getting chippy between the Mets and A’s — and you know what, that’s fine. Baseball should be a little chippy.

Tuesday saw Austin Adams, whom most of us forgot was ever a spring training Met, all but levitate after coming in and saving Joe Boyle‘s bacon, a display that culminated with Adams doing the […]