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.

Living and Dying by Inches

After last night’s thriller, today’s game was almost certain to be a letdown — but unfortunately it was worse than that. It was the inverse of last night, with the key plays going minutely but decisively the Giants’ way. Omar Quintanilla and Daniel Murphy were just a bit slow trying to turn the double play […]

You Gotta Recap: 9/19/1973

Forty years ago tonight, the Mets were hosting Pittsburgh, sitting in fourth place, 2½ games behind the front-running Pirates in the N.L. East with a record of 74-77…and they were about to post one of the 500 most Amazin’ wins of their first 50 years.

From The Happiest Recap (First Base: 1962-1973)…

***

These two contenders […]

Happy Is Better

After eight and a half innings, I had a little roadmap of tonight’s post scrawled on a bit of scratch paper:

Another chapter of Mets payroll football, starring Sandy Alderson as Charlie Brown
Criticism of/sympathy for Matt Harvey, with Qualcomm jokes
Tip of the cap to Gary Cohen, memories of his jubilant calls from 1999
Oh yeah, the game […]

You Gotta Recap: 9/18/1973

Forty years ago tonight, the Mets were visiting Pittsburgh, sitting in fourth place, 3½ games behind the front-running Pirates in the N.L. East with a record of 73-77…and they were about to post one of the 500 most Amazin’ wins of their first 50 years.

From The Happiest Recap (First Base: 1962-1973)…

***

Game two of […]

Let's Go Simulcast F-A-N!

And you remember
The jingles used to go
—The Buggles

Sunday afternoon September 29 should be earmarked for nostalgia, a state our 52-year-old franchise embraces sporadically and reluctantly. The Mets resist embracing their past as if they don’t have enough of it or they doubt a substantial proportion of their loyalists treasure it. In this month when we’re […]

The Act of Going

Nine innings took three hours and fifty-five minutes to complete. It only felt longer.

There was nothing good about Tuesday night’s Mets-Giants game except that it was played. And that was a good enough reason to rouse me from what otherwise would have been four-plus hours on my couch — because what’s an endless game without […]

Just Your Typical Sunday

Bud Harrelson looked bored.

I looked again, to make sure. Yes, Derrel McKinley Harrelson definitely looked bored.

The Mets icon turned Long Island Ducks co-owner was standing in the parking lot of Citi Field, leaning on a metal barrier set up around a stretch of asphalt that had been turned into a Wiffle ball field. No one […]

Parking Lot of Dreams

Citi Field used to be Shea Stadium’s parking lot. Shea Stadium now returns the favor, but it had a moment in the sun Sunday morning, thanks to Nesquik’s organization of a Wiffle Ball game for a good cause. Jason represented Faith and Fear in one of our rare athletic endeavors. And pinch-hitting for me, sort […]

Put It In d'Books

The Mets and the Marlins seemed destined for history. Dillon Gee and Tom Koehler scattered baserunners with alacrity. Daniel Murphy made terrible (bad flip), spectacular (heady assist) and terrible (dropped ball) fielding plays in rapid succession. Men entered from the pen and wrote off opposing batters. At the moment it seemed certain there was no […]

Sometimes a Split Feels Fine

There ain’t much left to play for: A .500 season vanished from the realm of possibility with the afternoon’s listless defeat, and draft picks are too much of a crapshoot for me to take seriously.

But as is often the case, I think I’m moved on to acceptance. It was … kinda fun watching the Mets […]