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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.

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We’re Rubber, Not Glue

What was it Philippé Wynne was advising all over the radio in the autumn of 1976? Hey y’all, prepare yourself for the rubber game…win. Was that the lyric? Ah, close enough for rhythm & blues. However they heard it sung, the Mets apparently took a 43-year-old clue from the Spinners’ featured […]

Riding the Tiger

On the one hand, the Mets have made the lowly Detroit Tigers into world-beaters, opponents every bit as formidable as, say, the Miami Marlins. Can’t we just play the Nationals 162 times a year? On the other, both of these games have been a lot of fun, filled with twists and turns and chills and […]

The Imperfect Hosts

“Did you get everything we need for the party? I don’t think these painfully bland t-shirts we promised are going to excite anybody.”
“Let’s see…I got two new players: Aaron Altherr and Hector Santiago.”
“More like used players, no?”
“Nah, they’re good as new. They work fine.”
“Uh-huh.”
“I also ordered a couple more — […]

Animals Strike Curious Poses

Perhaps it’s not a fortuitous weekend for the Mets to be playing the Tigers from my perspective given the condition of my eldest cat Hozzie. In a nutshell, the tabby who prefers to keep his own counsel when not expressing a desire to be fed and fed some more wasn’t doing great before the Mets arrived […]

The View's No Better Out Here

I went 615 miles to see the Mets and they didn’t look any better than they do at home.

More like the Mehs.

Meet the Mehs, meet the Mehs
It seems they’re half-asleep, the Mehs

A few months ago Emily and I decided on an August ballpark tour: fly to Cleveland and see a game, drive to Detroit for a […]

It's A Damn Shane

Hello, I have time-traveled to your October 2013 from the Octobers of 1946, 1967 and 2004, and I am curious to discover if your World Series will be materially different from the ones I have encountered on my journey. May I please see your matchup?

Hmmm…don’t you people ever change?

It only feels like I just woke […]

The Miguel Cabrera Traveling All-Stars

I do believe the Mets just got themselves barnstormed. Big, fancy hittin’ show done pulled into town and rolled over our humble, local baseball enterprise. Raised lots of money and entertained a whole lot of folks, so I guess it was all in a good cause.

It’s better to look at the weekend just past — […]

That's The Way of The World

Late summer is the season of easy denial. If the atmospheric conditions are generous, there’s not a damn thing wrong when you step outside and obviously there never will be. Warmth is a given. Cool dribbles in as needed. It’s not at all hot. It’s surely not cold. It’s Baby Bear weather.

It’s just right.

What’s all […]

Garbage Time Is Here Again

Watching Daisuke Matsuzaka get spanked the Tigers, I found myself depressed.

I wasn’t depressed because Matsuzaka got pummeled, though that wasn’t much fun — the Mets put up a bit of a fight early, then trudged through the rest of the game. Matsuzaka said after the game that he found himself after the Tigers’ initial barrage, […]

108 Chances, 1 Meeting

You could’ve used the phrase, “The Tigers will meet the Giants in the World Series” in 1908, but Fred Merkle didn’t touch second, Johnny Evers pulled some shenanigans with the first baseball handy and the powers that be got suckered into calling a Giants win over the Cubs a tie, thereby compelling a makeup game […]