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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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When Handling Winning Was Our Biggest Problem

Welcome to Rainout Recall, a precipitation-precipitated post from the past designed to help soak up the baseball void left behind by bad weather. Tonight we travel back in time to I'd Be A Real Mess If We Were 9-3, originally aired April 18, 2006, when the surging Mets were making us dizzy with success and, […]

Humility 4 Hubris 0

Those Staten Islanders sure are a cocky bunch.

Actually, that would be a gross generalization and probably inaccurate. I knew one guy from Staten Island in college and he seemed nice enough. I know one guy from Staten Island now — big Dave Kingman fan — and he's never struck me as over the top (except […]

A Summer Afternoon in Flushing, a Summer Night in Maine

First of all, let's make something clear: Greg and I have never lobbied Omar Minaya, Jeff Wilpon or anybody else in the Mets organization for the job of bringing Mettle the Mule back to life as a clever, two-person costume. For Omar to insinuate otherwise in a press conference is despicable, and we're not sure […]

Yet Another Sterling Example

The only surprise, one supposes, is it didn’t happen at three in the morning.

No, this time it was around 3:45 in the afternoon, televising the execution live on their own network. They planned to off Tony Bernazard. Instead they shot themselves in the foot — a foot that must be made of titanium.

They shot off […]

Overheard Outside the Last Chance Cafe

“You again?”

“C'mon, let me in.”

“You're not on the list.”

“I can't get on the list unless you let me in.”

“Then you're not getting in.”

“Check it again.”

“I've checked it every day for weeks. You're not on it.”

“Take a closer look…toward the bottom.”

“Sigh, all right…name again?”

“I told you: Mets. New York Mets.”

“Is that with an 'N' or an […]

They Come From Buffalo

The Mets having their top farm club where they do now puts me in mind of a very old joke that makes me laugh every time I think of it (no offense to any readers with roots or relatives there).

“I come from Buffalo.”

“Oh yeah? I come from normal parents.”

Saturday night Keith Hernandez mentioned his parents […]

You Wanna Believe

I just looked at the Wild Card standings.

Colorado and San Francisco are tied for first.

Chicago and Houston are 2 behind.

Atlanta and Florida are 2½ behind.

Milwaukee is 4 behind.

And then you have the Mets, tied for eighth with the Reds, 7½ back.

In other seasons, maybe even this season not that long ago, I would have processed […]

Rickey and Jesse Would Always Know How to Survive

Welcome to Flashback Friday: I Saw The Decade End, a milestone-anniversary salute to the New York Mets of 1969, 1979, 1989 and 1999. Each week, we immerse ourselves in or at least touch upon something that transpired within the Metsian realm 40, 30, 20 or 10 years ago. Amazin’ or not, here it comes.

How did […]

Field Trip: Petco Park

I'm in San Diego for Comic-Con — so of course the very first thing I did was go to a Padres/Marlins game.

Petco Park is a little different than your basic HOK/Populous design. Yes, it's got the basic hallmarks of today's retro/modern parks: circulating behind the seating areas, quirky outfield walls, private levels, split upper decks. […]

Funhouse Team Without the Fun

Chronic misdiagnoses of injuries and the incomprehensible roster machinations that follow? Half-assed trade rumors in which they can't even make the right hypothetical decision? Club executives saying ridiculous things? Doing ridiculous things? The Mets are, to borrow a phrase from the former Sports Illustrated writer Steve Rushin, more fun than a barrel of Mookies leading […]