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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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Happy 62nd, Tom! (30 Years After a Crappy 32nd)

Tom Seaver and I have this much in common: We had crappy 32nd birthdays. Mine culminated in a cafeteria at C.W. Post on New Year's Eve 1994. But never mind me.
Tom's? Well, I don't know where he was coaxed into “celebrating” by well-meaning/misguided/übertouchy relatives on November 17, 1976, but I do know that thirty years […]

Happy 62nd, Tom! (30 Years After a Crappy 32nd)

Tom Seaver and I have this much in common: We had crappy 32nd birthdays. Mine culminated in a cafeteria at C.W. Post on New Year’s Eve 1994. But never mind me.

Tom’s? Well, I don’t know where he was coaxed into “celebrating” by well-meaning/misguided/übertouchy relatives on November 17, 1976, but I do know that thirty years […]

Touching Home

The roads of Rome stood for two thousand years and more; who would predict less for the roads of Moses? Who would predict less for his Shea Stadium, a structure consciously shaped to resemble Rome’s Colosseum…?
—Robert Caro, “The Power Broker: Robert Moses and the Fall of New York,” 1974
The DiamondVision menu was classed up for […]

Touching Home

The roads of Rome stood for two thousand years and more; who would predict less for the roads of Moses? Who would predict less for his Shea Stadium, a structure consciously shaped to resemble Rome’s Colosseum…?

—Robert Caro, “The Power Broker: Robert Moses and the Fall of New York,” 1974

The DiamondVision menu was classed up […]

Met Dawn

The silver shovels have been lowered and raised, the symbolic dirt has been flung, the pols have grinned, the hands have been gripped, Mets on Apparent Permanent Retainer Reyes and Wright and Maine have smiled for the cameras (somebody let these guys go home!), and the new place has a name.
And not a bad name, […]

Met Dawn

The silver shovels have been lowered and raised, the symbolic dirt has been flung, the pols have grinned, the hands have been gripped, Mets on Apparent Permanent Retainer Reyes and Wright and Maine have smiled for the cameras (somebody let these guys go home!), and the new place has a name.

And not a bad […]

Trying It On For Size

Could have they come up with a worse name?
Yes. Absolutely. Examples are abundant.
Safeco Field. Petco Park. McAfee Coliseum. Yadier Molina Memorial Stadium (though I am partial to the memorial aspect).
It could have been worse. That's the best I can say for CitiField, future home of your New York Mets, at this early date. I've been […]

Trying It On For Size

Could have they come up with a worse name?

Yes. Absolutely. Examples are abundant.

Safeco Field. Petco Park. McAfee Coliseum. Yadier Molina Memorial Stadium (though I am partial to the memorial aspect).

It could have been worse. That's the best I can say for CitiField, future home of your New York Mets, at this early date. I've been […]

All Wrung Out

“Hey Greg.”
“Yeah?”
“Who's got the rings?”
“Huh?”
“The rings, baby? THE RINGS!”
“You mean like ringtones on a cell phone?”
“C'mon! You know what I mean.”
“I give up. What the hell are you talking about?”
“I'll give you a hint: 26!”
“26 what?”
“26 rings BABY!”
“I worked as a telemarketer in college and we were instructed to hang up after five rings.”
“That's not […]

All Wrung Out

“Hey Greg.”

“Yeah?”

“Who's got the rings?”

“Huh?”

“The rings, baby? THE RINGS!”

“You mean like ringtones on a cell phone?”

“C'mon! You know what I mean.”

“I give up. What the hell are you talking about?”

“I'll give you a hint: 26!”

“26 what?”

“26 rings BABY!”

“I worked as a telemarketer in college and we were instructed to hang up after five rings.”

“That's not […]