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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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Summer Hours

“Solstice schmolstice,” they might say in the bleachers at Wrigley Field, where the exact position of the sun doesn’t matter as long as it’s out somewhere. They have their new tradition of building a cup snake that wends all the way to Lake Michigan, perhaps Michigan itself, and they have their old tradition of throwing […]

Steamy Forecast

“It’s gonna be a good summer.”
—Jimmy Burke to Henry Hill as they divvied up the loot from the Air France heist

The Mets do not score in every inning. It only feels as if they do. Or maybe it’s just that it feels as if they score every inning when it would be most helpful.

In the […]

Going...Going...Yet Still Here

Baseball, that thing which I love and you love, still doesn’t feel quite like the baseball you love and I love. Not in 2021, not after 2020. The rule alterations that linger from last year have the sport askew and to no apparent useful purpose. We bought into the pandemic requiring trims around the edges. […]

Summer Lovin’, Happened So Fast

Somehow, the summer seemed to slip by faster this time.
—A. Bartlett Giamatti

Meteorological summer ended on September 1 at midnight. Astronomical summer ended this morning, September 22, at 9:30. The Mets’ summer barely happened at all.

The baseball season, such as it’s been, began July 24 and if it didn’t end last night, we know it’s going, […]

The Sweet Spot of Summer

MLB’s “Summer Camp” has not only been named, it’s been sponsored, by a company called Camping World. Perhaps when the streamlined sixty-game schedule is announced, the reveal can be sponsored by Thom McAn, considering we’re all kind of waiting for the other shoe to drop on baseball’s best-laid, half-assed plans.

True, they no longer have Thom […]

Such is the Languish of Love

For five innings, Lockett was close to our hearts, but in the sixth, we were forced to realize Font just wasn’t our type. By the time we got around to Flexen, we had no strength left.

I’d had a silly thought — a thought so silly that it might have worked. I tried to tell Mickey […]

Summer Blockbuster Goes Awry

It’s 10½ games to first place, we got one healthy starting outfielder, half a season, it’s morning, and we have a game before noon.
—Elwood Blues, if he were a Mets fan

Saturday afternoon, shortly past 2:10 PM Metropolitan Promotional Time, I entered Citi Field clutching an Asdrubal Cabrera bobblehead and overcome by a vision. In my […]

Here Comes Summer

Summer and Jacob deGrom’s first big league win each arrived in good stead on Saturday. Summer, as the artificial-lemonade commercials used to tell us, is only here a short while. DeGrom, one hopes, will stick around so long that the length of his career will rival the length of his locks. Paradoxically, time of game […]

The Last Welcome Intrusion

Midweek afternoons were not made for watching baseball, which is why when the two get together, their appeal is so undeniable. Today was the final time in 2010 you needed several hours in the middle of your weekday to fully enjoy your Mets. Twenty-two games remain, some of them in weekend daylight, the rest commencing […]

Because It's Baseball

So tonight I was on the subway, and glanced up to see Citi Field outside the windows, and thought something strange: I don’t want to go.

There were a lot of reasons. For one, I had a ton of work to do — too much, it suddenly seemed, to burn an entire night at the ballpark. […]