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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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We Should've Quit Right Here

The high point of Met captaincies? Keith Hernandez. The rest? Not so great.

Today in the Land of Daffy Met Pitchers

I love Duaner Sanchez. I'll vote for Pedro anytime he wants to run for anything. And this article by Ben Shpigel is enormously hopeful, though “enormously hopeful” is the norm for February stories about injured pitchers.
(Seriously. When's the last time you read a spring-training story in which the pitcher said, “I'm way behind schedule, instead […]

A Bad Case of Scurvy

The heat downstairs in our apartment hasn't worked for 10 days or so. The plumber came tonight, struggled to get the heat working, and finally determined various valves and a length of ancient piping need replacing. That'll be $500, Mr. Fry.
Of course the 10 days the heat hasn't worked have corresponded to the coldest days […]

Nooooooooooooo!

There’s throwing spaghetti at the wall to see if something sticks. Then there’s throwing spaghetti sauce at the wall, which just makes a mess.

Supposedly we’re signing Chan Ho Park.

Chan Ho Park? Really? The epitome of “bad free-agent pitcher signing”? (Hey, before he got hurt, Mike Hampton just looked really expensive.) The signed-sealed-delivered proof that Tom […]

February Fears

So the other day ESPN.com invited readers to rank the major-league teams from #1 to #30, using one of their whizzy mechanisms where you drag numbers onto pictures. (Which is very cool until you work from worst to first, get to about #6 and realize you forgot the Reds.)

So here’s how I ranked them, with […]

I Want Them to Watch It

As I told the players the day before the season ended, “I want you to make up your minds we're going to win it next year, that nothing is going to stop us.” — Davey Johnson on the last days of 1985, in Bats.

At 8:05 p.m. on April 1, baseball will return. The 2007 New […]

I Want Them to Watch It

As I told the players the day before the season ended, “I want you to make up your minds we’re going to win it next year, that nothing is going to stop us.” — Davey Johnson on the last days of 1985, in Bats.

At 8:05 p.m. on April 1, baseball will return. The 2007 New […]

Hey! Bo! Welcome to Cooperstown!

Since there's no law against him driving there, or buying a ticket afterwards, I imagine that's what some overly friendly local might say this summer, seeing a certain former New York Mets slugger waddling through the parking lot of baseball's Hall of Fame.

At least that's the only way Bobby Bonilla is going to Cooperstown. No, […]

Hey! Bo! Welcome to Cooperstown!

Since there’s no law against him driving there, or buying a ticket afterwards, I imagine that’s what some overly friendly local might say this summer, seeing a certain former New York Mets slugger waddling through the parking lot of baseball’s Hall of Fame.

At least that’s the only way Bobby Bonilla is going to Cooperstown. No, […]

An Impostor at Shea

As it happens, I too have been mistaken for a member of the New York Mets. Though I had a (reluctant) hand in the misidentification.

Time has erased a lot of the details, but I know it was the spring or early summer of 2000, and I was facing a particularly dreaded New York City transportation […]