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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 Way They Do the Things They Do

Thursday night I came home from Game Four of the National League Championship Series resigned to the 2024 Mets season being imminently over. Friday morning I awoke thinking only that there’d be a baseball game come late afternoon and that the Mets would be playing in it, and between the regular season and the postseason, […]

Three Times Yes

Eight pitches.

They were the first sign that Monday afternoon’s Game 2 might go better than Sunday’s steamrolling. Happily, they weren’t the last.

Leading off against Ryan Brasier, the first man in a parade of Dodger relievers, Francisco Lindor worked a 2-1 count, then fouled off four sliders and fastballs. Brasier, possibly a little frustrated to see […]

Higher Ground

As I was getting out of my uniform, Jerry Koosman, whose locker stood next to mine, was slipping into his street clothes. “Wrap it up tomorrow, Koos,” I said. “I don’t want to go back to Baltimore. That place makes Fresno look like Paris.”

“I’ll get ’em,” Jerry said. “I don’t want to go there either.”
—Tom […]

The Truth Is We're All Afraid

It was the ninth inning against the Phillies, 10 days ago, and ESPN’s little win probability thing (a sop to gamblers, but that’s another post) was making me insane.

It said the Phillies had an 8% chance of coming back to beat the Mets, which was obviously wrong. Obviously and deliberately and nefariously wrong. I didn’t […]

Smooch the Ugly Ones Too

Baseball, I’ve long insisted, is humanity’s acme of artistic expression. But that’s not to say every game is a work of art.

Whatever that was that the Mets and Blue Jays foisted on us tonight would definitely not qualify. It was a mess, with Tylor Megill mowing down anonymous Blue Jay recruits (and a morose-looking Vladimir […]

Other Sides of the World

I generally keep track of what the Mets are doing even if I’m away, sneaking looks at MLB.tv, popping an airpod into an ear, or at least letting GameDay do its pantomime thing in my lap.

But combining a trip to Iceland with the Mets’ Road Trip from Hell was a perfect recipe for being well […]

They're Always the New-Look Mets

All is fleeting, grasshopper. Even baseball teams. Especially baseball teams.

Mets come, Mets go. The franchise is an ever-shifting assemblage of overlapping stints in orange and blue, some lasting years, some concluded in minutes. For a fun game, construct a chain of overlapping Met teammates back to 1962 with as few links as possible; what I […]

Gimme Runs

I suppose every good party is followed by a helluva hangover.

The Mets drew within half a game of the Braves with an unlikely victory Thursday night, passed them in the standings with an absolute beatdown on Friday … and then reality set in. Saturday was Spencer Schwellenbach muzzling them, whoever he was. And Sunday … […]

Pick Another Planet

The Mets’ return to Mercury went about as well as the maiden voyage 25 years ago. On July 27, 1999, New York’s National League franchise garbed up as from the planet closest to the sun and got burned, competitively and aesthetically. They lost to the Pirates that night and looked like…let’s say not Mets. Not […]

Don't Look Down

I’d like the bottom of the third inning from Friday night’s game bottled, if you please.

Seriously, that was a high ABV brew to settle even the most high-strung Mets fan’s nerves. Down 2-0 against Charlie Morton — one of the few remaining big leaguers with sufficient tenure to have appeared at Shea — the Mets […]