The blog for Mets fans
who like to read

ABOUT US

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.

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.

Familiarly Appalling

Different night, same three-legged stool of suck.

Kodai Senga worked into the sixth, which is the Mets starting pitcher equivalent of a complete game these days. Into the sixth, but not out of it — let’s not go crazy, folks. Was that better than Senga has been? Yes. Was that better than Mets starters in general […]

This Tornado Doesn't Love You

Perhaps the only good thing about Wednesday night’s belated loss to the Braves was that I found it hard to take it personally.

I imagine it isn’t fun to watch from the root cellar as a tornado reduces the house to kindling. But I also imagine one doesn’t feel singled out to be in the path […]

Good Decisions and Bad Ones

The Mets were playing the Brewers Saturday night.

I had recap.

I went to see “Superman” with my family — a movie I’d already seen.

I did that because I’d reached the point where I can’t stand this team, which right now combines a deep-rooted cruddiness with a magnetic attraction to disaster. Knowing they’ll find a way to […]

Jeremy's Advice

The Mets have sunk from amazing to confounding to unwatchable.

Tuesday night’s one-run loss to the Guardians showcased everything about this team right now that no one sensible would put in a showcase: one bad inning from a starting pitcher who (once again) didn’t give his team much length, a bit of ill-timed bad luck, and […]

The Confounding Amazing Mets

I suppose I could take care of Sunday’s game by writing Saturday’s post backwards: The Mets zoomed from amazing back to confounding, the offense was crummy, they wound up way behind before the merciful conclusion, and a few hours later the Phillies kicked them out of first place. And all this against the Giants, who […]

The Amazing Confounding Mets

Emily and I spent Saturday getting to the summer house in Maine and starting to return it to a vague state of habitability, so the Mets and their adventures were less the centerpiece of Saturday’s doings and more of an accent, followed in spurts and snatches as other things transpired.

Those brief looks, however, revealed the […]

Back to the Beach

Back in March, I picked up a “flex book” for the Brooklyn Cyclones — vouchers for 10 discounted tickets, to be used for whatever games I wanted, tickets distributed among them as I saw fit. It was a good idea and thinking about baseball made me happy, so why not?

Then life got in the way: […]

I'm Your Confidence Man

The Mets fell behind in the fifth inning Sunday night, as Matt Chapman launched a second home run off Kodai Senga. That made the score 3-2 Giants with 12 outs left for making up the deficit.

Funny what a six-game winning streak will do for you. “We’ll get ’em,” I assured my mother, and to my […]

Pickin' Machines

On the surface, Pete Alonso and Rafael Devers aren’t that different: Huge dudes who can hit the ball a country mile and whose huge dude-ism means they aren’t particularly mobile. As has been the case since time immemorial, that means they play first base — which is where the similarities start to break down.

Alonso isn’t […]

What Summer's Made For

I decided it was time to reintroduce myself to my baseball team.

The Mets entered the All-Star break by losing an annoying game to the Royals, which isn’t exactly a new occurrence in 2025. I didn’t bother with the ASG beyond shrugging at the swing-off, and was relieved to have a few days’ break from this […]