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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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Revenge is a Dish Best Served to Pirates

There are 15 teams who are National League opponents of the Mets. If you're trying to list them, I'll bet I know which one you tend to forget.
The Pirates have faded so far from their glories of the '70s and early '90s, become such a non-factor in the competitive scheme of things and, most relevantly, […]

Revenge is a Dish Best Served to Pirates

There are 15 teams who are National League opponents of the Mets. If you’re trying to list them, I’ll bet I know which one you tend to forget.

The Pirates have faded so far from their glories of the ’70s and early ’90s, become such a non-factor in the competitive scheme of things and, most relevantly, […]

Gone to the Dogs

Hey, no worries.
Truth be told, I wasn't happy about the idea of a back-in anyway, and I was less happy about the price of a back-in being another W on the ledger of the Antichrist himself. (That didn't happen, though the Phillies did somehow survive second and third with none out.) I know, I know, […]

Gone to the Dogs

Hey, no worries.

Truth be told, I wasn’t happy about the idea of a back-in anyway, and I was less happy about the price of a back-in being another W on the ledger of the Antichrist himself. (That didn’t happen, though the Phillies did somehow survive second and third with none out.) I know, I know, […]

Flat For Now

MY LOVELY WIFE: So, no champagne tonight?
ME: Well, we could if the Phillies lose.
MY LOVELY WIFE: Or we could have some and buy some more tomorrow.

Flat For Now

MY LOVELY WIFE: So, no champagne tonight?

ME: Well, we could if the Phillies lose.

MY LOVELY WIFE: Or we could have some and buy some more tomorrow.

Wrap It Up

Welcome to Flashback Friday, a weekly feature devoted to the 20th anniversary of the 1986 World Champion New York Mets.

Twenty years. Forty-three Fridays. This is one of them.

Two of the many things I didn’t know much about in 1986 were blank VHS cassettes and domestic champagne. But I knew I needed both.

It was […]

1 For 1

Chuck James is so The Man.

With the help of 1 or 2 vital Braves (it’s the least they can do) taking advantage of a roster of decomposing Phillies — Randall Simon, Jeff Conine, Jose Hernandez, Jamie Moyer…is that Johnny Callison lingering by the bat rack? — the magic number is 1.

1.0020: Perspective. 1 quarter-century ago, […]

It's All in the Details

“Let's go Braves!”

Whoa. No, that feels weird. Oh man, are the TBS guys showing something about their trillion consecutive division titles? If I weren't running on the treadmill with headphones on I could hear them…. Oh, who needs to hear them? I'm sure it's something about how Bobby Cox's touch cures measles, scabies and cataracts, […]

2 For 2

Don’t send the Braves to do the Mets’ job.

They couldn’t win one lousy game from the Phillies to facilitate our clinching. But so what? Our continuous demoralization of the Fish — poor babies — is plenty for 2 nights. And watching Turner Field in September of 2006 resemble a very depressed Shea Stadium from September […]