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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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Welcome, THB Class of 2005

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! WARNING! INSANE GEEKERY AHEAD! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

OK, anybody left?

Being more than slightly nuts, I have a pair of binders, dubbed The Holy Books by Greg. They contain baseball cards — specifically, one baseball card for every Met on the all-time roster. They’re ordered by year, with each year containing a card for […]

Say, Weren't We Born Together?

Remember that kitten who came out in the same litter as us? He's finally made it to the World Series.

Congratulations to Expansion Class of '62 alumni the Houston Astros. You've graduated to the championship course after 44 seasons, a mere 36 after we first did it, a scant 19 Octobers since we got in your […]

It's Just Like The Time…Or Is It?

Sometimes I think we all know too much or at least retain too much for our own good. Maybe it's the Internet and what it can tell us, maybe it's all the videotape that has presumably converted to a digital format. Maybe we don't replace enough old data in our heads with new data. But […]

Who Will Champion Us?

Well, we're waiting. As are our fellow loyal subjects in Miami and Washington and Denver and Cincinnati and everywhere National League baseball is taken seriously.

We need to be led, to have someone to fall in line behind, to take our cue from a force a greater than ourselves.

We are waiting to be championed. Five games […]

The Single Turns Six (Way To Go Sox)

The American League Champion White Sox and the National League East Co-Thirdsmen New York Mets don't have a ton in common except for the annoyance we and their fans must feel with the overhyped other team in our respective towns. I'd always suspected we could bond over that and felt my suspicion confirmed on my […]

This Just In: Mets Sweep Reds

I wish there were a C-SPAN for baseball — just the game with no announcers, no analysis, no interruptions. They don't have to have it all year. Just October.

In the post-season, one would think that one would want a little help. With the Mets not involved, it would figure that a Mets fan could use […]

Gwatuitous Shots At A-Wad

Hewwo.

I am Awex Wodwiguez.

Miwwionahhe.

I own a mansion and a yacht.

I've cowwected many, many accowades in my fabuwous caweeuh. I was Most Vowuboo Pwayuh once, when I pwayed with the Texas Wanguhs. And I should cowwect that vewy same accowade weauh, weauh soon.

Now I pway with the Bwonx Bombuhs!

Technicawwy, I don't pway at pwesent. My yeauh […]

Paul to God: Why Couldn't It Have Been Castro?

Recall this little detail from the Mets' 5-4 loss to the Marlins on September 3?

New York's Ramon Castro batted with the potential tying run at second and two outs in the eighth. He swung at strike three and then failed to run when the ball rolled away from catcher Paul Lo Duca, who tagged him […]

Who Chose This?

Right about now, we should be getting a score on Game Two of the Cardinals and the Astros. They should be in the top of the second. Refresh buttons should be getting a workout. Radios should be finding stations they don't normally seek. And televisions should be tuned to Fox.

Afternoon games are an inconvenience to […]

Good Going, Angels

Congratulations, Angels. I hope you enjoy your flight to Chicago. You done good.

Those chants directed at Alex Rodriguez? Turns out they’re…

GIDP! GIDP! GIDP!

And who’s not paying off the umpires? Since when is Joe West an exemplar of integrity? Way to go, Country Joe. Somewhere J.C. Martin is howling with delight.

Hold on, there’s a call…

“Hello? Bernie? […]