The blog for Mets fans
who like to read
ABOUT US
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.
|
by Jason Fry on 14 November 2005 2:29 am
The old baseball joke about rooting for laundry means that donning the orange and blue (in its various migrating shades, to say nothing of white and black) absolves players of their former misdeeds against us. Hit Piazza in the wrist at Fenway and get in a war of words with him? We love Pedro now. […]
by Jason Fry on 10 November 2005 4:36 am
As fans, we become familiar with the pattern of a baseball career: make the radar as a prospect, get too much/too little seasoning in AAA, try to stick on the big-league roster, stick on that roster, play until bad luck, injury or age say otherwise, get a farewell that can take any number of forms […]
by Greg Prince on 9 November 2005 8:04 pm
My radio antenna is at half-mast today. If it results in static, so what? It’s not like there’s anything to listen to.
Gary Cohen is leaving the WFAN booth. There go 162 reasons to keep living.
That SportsNet New York has tabbed him the television voice of the Mets merely cushions the blow — assuming Cablevision actually […]
by Greg Prince on 8 November 2005 9:52 pm
It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart.
It is the Mets Final Exam. It asks you on Halloween to see through the secret identities of 44 Mets who played their final game for the Mets in one of the 44 different seasons the Mets have played, one player per each Mets season. […]
by Greg Prince on 7 November 2005 6:21 pm
The answers are flooding in. They're coming by comment, by e-mail, by posting in other venues. Many of them are correct. The help is helping. But there are a few runners being left stranded in scoring position on called third strikes.
While we await the Tuesday posting of final answers to the Mets Final Exam, I […]
by Greg Prince on 6 November 2005 1:56 am
My teaching license is about to be revoked because I can't construct a test true to its mission.
Each question on the Mets Final Exam is supposed to correspond to one year and one year only in Mets history. HOWEVER, in my desire to offer answers that would be fun and enlightening, I didn't realize that […]
by Greg Prince on 5 November 2005 9:49 am
Geometry was never my strong suit. “Never” is an understatement. My only hope for not failing it in ninth grade and not having to repeat it in tenth was the New York State Regents exam, my Get Out of Jail card. Pass the Regents and pass the class.
I never could've done it without extra help. […]
by Greg Prince on 4 November 2005 8:14 am
It has come to my attention that a reasonable guess for Question No. 28 on The Quiz fits almost as well as the actual answer. Only problem is a) it isn't the answer and b) the good guess unravels under the one player-one year rule. Therefore Question No. 28 has been clarified. It now reads […]
by Greg Prince on 3 November 2005 8:14 am
Terrific profile of a Met legend in a place I wouldn't have expected it — no offense to nycPlus,a free monthly paper “for the 50+ crowd with a zest for living”. My social worker wife brought it home because the November cover story features Keith Hernandez (and the cover features a tabby, though not one […]
by Jason Fry on 2 November 2005 5:01 am
“Them” referring, in this case, to the Atlanta Braves. The car we're perpetually yap-yap-yapping at as it accelerates and disappears up our street. The football we're constantly watching get snatched away as we aim our latest kick. The perennial kings of our division. The Atlanta Braves.
Much as it pains me, there are two things I've […]
|
|