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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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The Word of the Weekend

sinister (sin’i-ster) adj. 1. Suggesting or threatening evil; a sinister smile. 2. Presaging trouble; ominous; sinister storm clouds. 3. Attended by or causing disaster or inauspicious circumstances. 4. On the left side; left. [Middle English sinistre, unfavorable, from Old French, from Latin sinister, on the left, unlucky.]

On the night of August 24 I became the […]

Simply Dismayin' Again

Everybody cleared out? Sanchez? Bay? Ronnie Freaking Paulino? We wouldn’t want to hurt a single human being.

Not so fast there, Randa.

KA-BOOM!!!

Pity, I really liked PNC Park. Of course I saw it when the Cardinals were the visiting team and I had nothing invested in the outcome. It was much prettier then. But you know the […]

Kiss My Aesthetics

Clinch today. Clinch in Pittsburgh. Clinch in front of Xavier Nady. Clinch in front of Jeromy Burnitz. Clinch in front of Ty Wigginton and Marvell Wynne and Tim Foli and anybody else who used to be a Met. Clinch and send them a check.

Clinch today. Clinch on your own. Or clinch by the hand of […]

The Curse of Pup-Peroni

Hindsight being 20-20, I should have known we weren’t clinching about 11:10 this morning.

That’s when Emily and Joshua and I walked into Madison Square Park, home of Shake Shack — and site of some American Kennel Club carnival that looked like it had been put together late last night by a couple of AKC […]

Revenge is a Dish Best Served to Pirates

There are 15 teams who are National League opponents of the Mets. If you’re trying to list them, I’ll bet I know which one you tend to forget.

The Pirates have faded so far from their glories of the ’70s and early ’90s, become such a non-factor in the competitive scheme of things and, most relevantly, […]

Gone to the Dogs

Hey, no worries.

Truth be told, I wasn’t happy about the idea of a back-in anyway, and I was less happy about the price of a back-in being another W on the ledger of the Antichrist himself. (That didn’t happen, though the Phillies did somehow survive second and third with none out.) I know, I know, […]

Flat For Now

MY LOVELY WIFE: So, no champagne tonight?

ME: Well, we could if the Phillies lose.

MY LOVELY WIFE: Or we could have some and buy some more tomorrow.