The blog for Mets fans
who like to read

ABOUT US

Jason Fry and Greg Prince
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.

The Day After

Willie Randolph's postgame analysis of whatever we collectively hallucinated in Pittsburgh was harsh. (I had vague hopes of Willie turning over the buffet table, though I knew better — that tradition seems destined to end with Lou Piniella's departure from the managerial ranks.) I can only imagine, though this may be giving a confounding team too much credit, that the various postmortems on the plane to D.C. were harsh as well. But mostly, I was happy that Tom Glavine would be on the mound, his 300-win resume and perfectionism demanding a certain focus from his teammates that had been missing 24 hours earlier. (One of the most-embarrassing memories of an embarrassing period in Mets history remains the sight of Glavine staring out at Roger Cedeno, clearly dumbfounded that a) anyone could play the outfield that badly; and b) that he'd willingly signed up for a team with such players on it.)

Glavine got that focus , thank goodness — and we all got the kind of run-of-the-mill win that's chiefly memorable after blowing 5-0 wins to last-place teams, but welcome all the more for that.

The lasting memory of this game won't be Glavine mixing his pitches the way he once could do routinely, or the sight of Mike DiFelice (now our No. 1 catcher, yipes) chugging into third. Rather, it was Reyes and Castillo turning a CGI-assisted double play. Apparently they've been practicing shovels and transfers in the Matrix. (Castillo, in Keanu Reeves voice: “I know the pivot.”) Good thing, too.

Postscript: This Tim Marchman discussion of Pedro will have you roaring like a “Braveheart” extra by the end. Pedro Martinez is no ordinary man, and every time he's ever been doubted he's shoved it right in everyone's face. It won't be long before he does it again. From Tim's keyboard to the baseball gods' ears.

1 comment to The Day After

  • Anonymous

    Martinez may be a legend, but then so is Tom Seaver, and no one expects him to help the Mets down the stretch.
    I hate myself for laughing.