“Hey Pop, the time you hit Hazen in the mouth, was it worth 30 years?”
—Paul Crewe, The Longest Yard
“That’s how you become great, man. Hang your balls out there.”
—Jesus at the CopyMat, Jerry Maguire
The Mets have been to the postseason seven times. I cherish all seven appearances, including the one that crested and crashed 25 [...]
Today is the 40th anniversary of my first appearance in a major league box score. There I am…look closely. See the part where it says the attendance was 18,776? I’m one of the 18,776. Without me, it’s 18,775.
I was just one fan in one seat at Shea Stadium on the afternoon of July 11, 1973. [...]
Eight years ago today, Faith and Fear in Flushing took flight. We’re still aloft. The Mets were taking off for the sky on February 16, 2005. These days they’re learning to crawl.
Time’s flight has been steadier than that of the Mets’ ascent, which stopped cold on a called strike three that I couldn’t have fathomed [...]
Seven years ago today, the blog for Mets fans who like to read was born. Thanks to all who have read along with Faith and Fear in Flushing since its founding on February 16, 2005, no matter what condition the Mets’ condition’s been in at any given juncture between then and now.
To mark the occasion, [...]
“Some people never got over the sixties, or the war, or the night their band opened for the Rolling Stones at the Marquee, and spend the rest of their days walking backwards; I never really got over Charlie. That was when the important stuff, the stuff that defines me, went on.”
—Rob Fleming, High Fidelity, by [...]
Aaron Heilman has been thwarted in his latest attempt to make a starting rotation and will pitch in relief for the Arizona Diamondbacks. Adam Wainwright is officially on the 60-Day Disabled List. Oliver Perez is feeling his way through a minor league contract with the Washington Nationals. Jeff Suppan has been released by the San [...]
Today is the sixth anniversary of Faith and Fear in Flushing, and I’m touched that the Mets thought to get us Jason Isringhausen to mark the occasion. A 1995 Met is the perfect touch.
From the standpoint of FAFIF mythology, only Bill Pulsipher would have been more appropriate. Your co-bloggers’ first game together was June 17, [...]
My sister gave me the news thirty years ago this morning: John Lennon was murdered last night. My first thought was the next thing Suzan said:
“Now they’ll never get back together.”
Lennon’s assassination (which always sounded strange, in that politicians got “assassinated,” but what else could you call it?) was one of those events that just [...]
Hi, I’m a New York Mets fan, and I count among my favorite players of the past 24 hours Pat Burrell, Cody Ross, Matt Cain and a catcher named Molina who came to New York dressed in gray and struck a mighty home run over a left field fence.
Quite obviously baseball for a Mets fan [...]
It’s a Sunday afternoon in September 1996. I’m at Shea Stadium with my best friend Chuck, diehard Met sympathizer, but better described as a bandwagon rider in terms of his actual Met fandom. Yet in September 1996, there is no bandwagon. There’s just me guilting him into joining me for a game against the Braves. [...]