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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.

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The Mets Fan in His Natural Habitat

There is no situation in which a Mets game, a Mets jacket and a dense sandwich won’t make me feel at home. This tableau was captured after the Dean Friedman show in Piermont and amid some serious chewing. We’re waiting for the bus back to the city; the bus schedule has an improv feel to it on a Sunday, which is to say I believe Rockland Coaches makes it up as they go along. We’ve rushed back to this bench, eschewing a leisurely supper in favor of a takeout wrap from the Community Market, because we believe our ride is arriving ASAP. It is not.

But what the hell? Stephanie spent part of her childhood in this adorable Hudson River town, so she’s content to take pictures for a few minutes, and me, I’ve got Howie and Wayne informing me that various ground balls are eluding Diamondback gloves in the top of the ninth. Plus at least we’ve got that sandwich to look forward to.

Bus came. Mets won. All good.

8 comments to The Mets Fan in His Natural Habitat

  • Anonymous

    We had a similar experience. Giving into hunger, my girlfriend and I left for the diner around 5:30p while I kept track of the game on my phone. I was a little bummed I had agreed to go to such a pro-Yankee anti-Met diner (their off the charts Cream of Turkey soup makes up for it), but I was pleasantly suprised to see the game finally flipped on once the basketball game had ended, and just in time for the 9th inning.
    We finished our meal, left the diner, and moseyed over the the bus stop. As we waited, I stared through the window of some lousy seafood place at Billy Wagner on the big screen. He recorded the final out just as the bus was pulling up. It marked only the 4th time in recorded history the Q13–a bane of my existence–has had “perfect timing”

  • Anonymous

    How is it that Sunday is the universally agreed upon cream of turkey day at every diner in existence?
    Just as every day lately is a good day for Church, every day should be cream of turkey day.

  • Anonymous

    That's a fine-lookin' sammich, there, Greg. Mind if I…
    Nevermind, that's me on Weight Watchers talking. (23 & change lost in 9 weeks, thankyouverymuch…)

  • Anonymous

    Kudos! (Which a Ohio-based co-worker used to pronounce as kuh-dooz for reasons unknown.)
    And yes, fine sammy. One fed two, easily.

  • Anonymous

    Hi Greg,
    Thought that was a picture of you still waiting for your horse to come in on Saturday.

  • Anonymous

    I got a speeding ticket in Piermont once.

  • Anonymous

    Have to ask: Did he do “Ariel”?

  • Anonymous

    Good lord help him if he didn't.