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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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Baby Hold On

Before Friday night’s absolutely useless 9-2 defeat at the hands of the Dodgers, the Mets’ record in their previous 13 games stood at 9-4. Over a span of 45 games, their mark totaled 30-15. For the season as a whole, the Mets entered Friday 76-70.

Each of the “4” in the 9-4 was presumed to have […]

Zen and the Art of Jacob deGrom

Jacob deGrom’s pitching is transcendent. Wins, losses and no-decisions have all but ceased to matter. Prospective Cy Young voting feels irrelevant. Track all the statistics you like, but they’re just numbers. Measurements capture only so much of what makes deGrom an avatar of practically unprecedented excellence.

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It's A Happy Fan That Grins

David Wright has 733 career RBIs, a .500 batting average and, I vaguely recall, a fractured pinky. Ike Davis has three home runs in four days despite playing no games for four-and-half months last season and contracting valley fever this spring. Kirk Nieuwenhuis has been leading off games in the major leagues for one day […]

Zen and the Art of First Place Maintenance

It was another great game, I suppose, but even noble vintages can become a surfeit after enough bottles have been sampled.
—Roger Angell on Game Seven of the 1986 World Series

We’re not exactly in Ho-Hum, Another Win territory, but after a weekend like last weekend and a Tuesday night/Wednesday morning like Tuesday night/Wednesday morning, Wednesday night’s […]