The blog for Mets fans
who like to read

ABOUT US

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.

Got something to say? Leave a comment, or email us at faithandfear@gmail.com. (Sorry, but we have no interest in ads, sponsored content or guest posts.)

Need our RSS feed? It's here.

Visit our Facebook page, or drop by the personal pages for Greg and Jason.

Or follow us on Twitter: Here's Greg, and here's Jason.

Project Met Way

In baseball circles over the years, there has been a certain cachet attached to the Oriole Way, the Dodger Way and the Cardinal Way. I’ve never heard anyone allude to, with or without irony, to the Met way.

But maybe they should…sans irony, no less.

The Met Way, the relatively ideal version, was on display Friday night […]

Sharing Dana's Final Opener

Magnetic schedules attract me. I have one from every season since the Mets have been giving them out. I was determined to not let that streak end last year. Magnetic Schedule Day was a Sunday, April 10, 2011. I’d been to the Home Opener on Friday. I’d been to the game the night before. Truth […]

By the Shores of Otsego Lake

Why did it take me nearly 43 years to get to Cooperstown? I’m not really sure.

For a while it was because I was a kid, and I don’t think it occurred to me that the Baseball Hall of Fame was somewhere you could actually go, even though I must have read approximately eleventy-billion Baseball Digest […]

Long After the Thrill of Winnin' is Gone

It may feel like we’ll see more losses like Wednesday afternoon’s than Ruben Tejada will see pitches this year, but it won’t be nearly that bad, statistically speaking. We can’t lose more than 158 games and Ruben sees almost that many pitches in a given week.

Yet sometimes you can’t argue with how something feels.

Wrightlessness […]

...And Sometimes Baseball Is Not Fun

The 2012 Mets have been recalled from Cooperstown.

It was a night of firsts. They lost their first game. They lost their first game that made you roll your eyes and mutter and swear and stalk around. They lost their first game in which they looked absolutely hopeless and star-crossed and fatally flawed.

All of which was […]

Baseball Is Fun

Baseball’s beautiful and elevating and timeless and pastoral and all those good high-minded things, but it’s also a lot of fun — particularly when things go off the rails and the game is played roly-poly, pell-mell, tumble-bumble, like it was in the ninth inning tonight. And when you win. That’s important too.

But let’s not get […]

It's the Gesture That Counts

I’d hoped the Mets would make tickets available at 1962 prices at least once this year, and they did…twice! It was a limited number with limited notice, but I love the gesture for three reasons:

1) Tickets (if bought at the service charge-free Citi Field windows) cost $2.50, which sounds like what an upper deck-type ticket […]

1.000 Times Yes

The Mets may not be flawless, but so far this year they are perfect.

They’re undefeated through their first series, alone in first place in their division, alone in New York on the list of teams that have won at least one baseball game that counts this year.

That’s as close to flawless as they need to […]

Highway to the Duda Zone

Perhaps you share my conviction that there’s Opening Day and then there’s Everything Else. We just had Opening Day. It was real and it was spectacular. But by Saturday, it was over.

So on to Everything Else! Onto the second game of the season! Onto Citi Field at Shea Stadium! If they’re having more than one […]

Where Everybody Knows You're Shea

“This is the train to Woodside and Penn Station,” the Long Island Rail Road conductor informed us as the westbound 11:04 pulled out of Jamaica on Opening Day. “Change at Woodside for Shea.”

Best advice I’d heard since my iPod’s 1986 playlist was telling me twenty minutes earlier to get Metsmerized, get Metsmerized.

Hello dark […]