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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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Crashing Down

Ah well.

A nightmarish inning of bullpenning, combined with Paul Goldschmidt realizing, “Hey I’m Paul Goldschmidt,” did away with the Mets’ modest winning streak and hopes of sweeping the Cardinals, and I was first surprised and then a little heartened to register that I was annoyed. I didn’t think I was still capable of that, not […]

Sing, O Muse, of the Rage of McNeil

From the beginning, I’ve loved watching Jeff McNeil play baseball — somehow never more so than when things don’t go his way.

McNeil responds to any misfortune in an AB — an umpire’s poor judgment, his own excessive haste, a perfectly executed enemy pitch, a great play by a defender, a quirk of fate — with […]

The Misery of Others

A grab bag of Mets drawing Adam Wainwright during his farewell tour, with John Smoltz and Fox painting the word picture? Hasn’t 2023 been mean enough already?

That’s what we got Thursday night, with the only reasonable source of hope that baseball’s innate cussedness and delight in confounding storylines would come to the fore.

Which, in fact, […]

Little Pleasures, Little Victories

Imagine being Sam Coonrod.

You go to spring training with a loaded team being talked up as bound for the World Series. You’re being talked up as a prospective member of said team’s bullpen. It’s got to be exciting.

But you don’t get out of March before being felled by a strained lat. The team goes north […]

Area Team Briefly Unembarrassing

The Mets — yes, those Mets, the ones you root for even though the reason is no longer faintly discernable — won a baseball game.

A baseball game played against the Atlanta Braves, no less.

They won it slowly and then in a hurry and then slowly again: Kodai Senga fell behind 3-0 in the first when […]

In Which the Mets Engender Cheerful Thoughts

Like everybody else, I’m mortal. I have an expiration date, a timer that will ring, a final quarter that will yield GAME OVER. One day I’ll have a final moment and once it’s past, I’ll be dead.

I have no idea when that final moment will be — it could come a few minutes from now, […]

The Boys of No Longer Summer

Oh, how quickly things can change.

Who’d even heard of Phil Bickford 10 days ago? And yet tonight there I was cheering energetically for Bickford to get out of a straitjacket against the Cubs and give the Mets a win — in a rubber game, no less.

I could say I was on the edge of my […]

A Laugher? In This Baseball Economy?

Baseball is a sport of long-term truths that fight their way out of short-term noise, so the Mets winning a rain-interrupted laugher over the Cubs was only a surprise from an emotional standpoint: It had been pretty obvious to us loyal diehards doughty faithful pathetic masochists that they would never win another game in 2023, […]

In Which the Titanic II Auditions Musicians

There’s a post to be written about how the rest of the season is a chance for David Peterson and Tylor Megill — your last two Mets starters down in Baltimore — to show they belong in the starting rotation, to demonstrate that they’re more than just fill-ins for now-traded Hall of Famers, to add […]

The Beatings Will Continue; Morale Will Not Improve

James McCann destroyed the team that sent him away, going 3 for 3 with 5 RBIs and even stealing a base.

That’s the headline, but the punchline comes courtesy of our Metsmerized buddy Mike Mayer: Only two catchers have ever had at least 3 hits, 5 RBIs, a walk and a steal in a game against […]