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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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Another Utley Loss

The funny thing is I figured we were going to win this one.

The Mets have a way of hanging in there against Cole Hamels, then biting out his throat and letting us all unearth his ill-advised chokers comment to chortle over. So even though it was 2-0 and we were running out of outs, I was […]

Us and Them

The 2014 Mets have their problems, goodness knows — tepid hitting, shaky defense, ever-shrinking payrolls, changing stories and omnipresent drama.

But at least they aren’t the 2014 Phillies.

My word. The snarky term in vogue for what the Phillies are is “tire fire,” and it’s a good one — tire fires are gag-inducing, visible for miles and hard […]

Let's Just Move On

Time of game: 5:23.

The Mets struck out 19 times, which in such circumstances normally evokes Steve Carlton. The Phillies struck out nine times.

Mets pitchers walked nine Phillies. Phillies pitchers walked 10 Mets.

A park that normally showcases offensive fireworks didn’t provide much. The Mets scored their runs on a flurry of second-inning hits and a later Bobby Abreu double, brief uprisings […]

Get In With the Right Bunch of Fellows

I’m glad the Mets seem to like each other as much as they do. Or do at the moment the lot of them accomplish something unforeseeable, which is score a fifth run in an eleventh inning. When Ruben Tejada lined a single through the drawn-in Phillies infield to plate the Young who isn’t Eric as […]

Life Choices

It took only 46 seasons for me to wonder if choosing the New York Mets as the defining passion of my life represented the right call. It took perhaps the most excruciating loss I’ve witnessed to date at Citi Field to push me to question this aspect of my existence.

Saturday night was just perfect in […]

A Nice Flores Arrangement, At Least

We’ve entered the phase of the season — roughly March 31 to September 28, give or take stray illusory weeks devoted to the reflexive heightening of fleeting false hope — where we’re less concerned about winning baseball games than simply getting them over so another season of not winning baseball games can commence (but just […]

No Excuses

In recent history, the Mets haven’t led the league in much, but they’ve been a powerhouse when it comes to excuses.

Terry Collins would always sound philosophical when he noted the conditions, the weather, the late arrival, the flu, or whatever bogeyman had snuck in to sink its teeth into the Mets. It was never quite […]

Farewell, Phils -- and Nyaah-Nyaah

The Mets would be better off continuing to lose — if they finish in the bottom third of teams record-wise, they can sign a free agent who’s received a qualifying offer without surrendering their first-round draft pick. (This is, of course, assuming the team will sign decent free agents this winter, which I’ll believe when […]

A Modest Phillie Proposal

Imagine if the men who rule baseball reduced each team’s schedule to its most elemental struggle. The Yankees and Red Sox would play each other 162 times — 81 in New York and 81 in Fenway — with at least 130 of those games shown on ESPN or FOX. (This would lead to only a […]

Ways to Be Wicked

To quote the old song, baseball has so many ways to be wicked. There are blowouts you find yourself on the short end of, making a hash of a pleasant afternoon. There are epic struggles that wind up with your side exhausted and vanquished. There are nail-biters that wind up with teeth in the quick. […]