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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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Walking The Talk But Only One Yankee

To dig up a phrase a very mellow college buddy of mine liked to roll out six or seven times per conversation, Frank Francisco is a trip. I don’t think I’ve thought that about any of our modern-era closers. All my thoughts on our modern-era closers were laced with expletives rarely deleted.

Not that I don’t […]

Satan, Your Kingdom Must Come Down

“Losing to the Yankees is no different than losing to Colorado. What stings is losing to the Marlins. They’re in our division.”
—Mets first baseman Ike Davis, June 21, 2012

“I can’t wait to strike out those chickens. I want to strike out the side against them. I’ve done it before.”
—Mets closer Frank Francisco, June 22, 2012

“What […]

Filling Out the All-Time Mets Roster

Bravo, pretty much without exception and with only limited debate, for the 50th Anniversary Mets’ All-Time Team as revealed Sunday night at the 92nd Street Y and broadcast Thursday night on SNY. The committee empowered to choose the all-timers — Howie Rose, Gary Cohen, Marty Noble, John Harper, Mike Vaccaro and Mike Lupica — gave […]

The Patron Saints of Pleasant Surprise

The Patron Saints of Pleasant Surprise smile down approvingly on what they’re seeing in the standings today, for the current Mets are, in a statistical sense, at one with them.

AFTER 70 GAMES
1969 Mets: 38-32
1984 Mets: 38-32
1997 Mets: 38-32
2012 Mets: 38-32

For those who haven’t been scoring at home for the past several decades (or those prone […]

Sweating It Out With Frank Frank

If the Mets need a new midseason slogan, how about this one:

THE MOST EXCITING .500 TEAM ON EARTH!

Splattered by the Yankees in three straight at Leni Riefenstahl Stadium, the Mets then rose up in indignation and savaged the Rays on the road, sweeping a three-game set. They then strutted home from that encounter […]

Johan, on the Mound, with the Change-up

The poor Orioles are getting killed at Citi Field, and they don’t have a clue.

Yesterday it was R.A. Dickey, armed with a knuckleball that was for all intents and purposes unhittable, one he used to write the latest chapter of his remarkable story. Greg chronicled R.A.’s second straight one-hitter here yesterday; today Roger Angell — our […]

Somebody's Perfect (Just About)

Did the Citi Field scoreboard start every Oriole batter’s count at 0 balls and 2 strikes Monday night? You know, just to save time?

I’ve seen hitters obviously overmatched by pitchers. I’ve seen hitters who it could be assumed had little chance against dominant pitchers in ungodly grooves. I’ve seen hitters who had to know it […]

Nice Day*

Sunday was Father’s Day. My kid woke me up with a card he’d made. It showed us in the stands, with the figure in green with a mitt on one hand and a ball descending toward the two figures’ outstretched arms. The card read HOME RUN! Pretty nice way to start the day.

We got to […]

Bay Fatigue

“I’m not sayin’ he should’ve killed her. But I understand.”
—Chris Rock on O.J. Simpson

Jon Niese threw one very bad pitch very early, Jay Bruce hit it very far and Saturday night’s ballgame was very over. Unfortunately another 8½ innings needed to be played and another 8½-thousand content-free words had to be needlessly issued via the […]

Top 10 Left Field Choices

From hauling in the last out to partaking of the first slice, he’s still Cleon Jones.

10. Jason Bay. Ohmigod, wasn’t that awful? Naked Gun awful. I’m surprised the poor bastard’s head didn’t roll into foul territory. What’s left to say?

9. Scott Hairston. The Man for a night, albeit a lousy night on the field. […]