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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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You Complete Us

The 365th day of the second year of Faith and Fear in Flushing is nearing completion. Tomorrow we, like Reyes to Valentin to Delgado, turn two.

We includes you, gentle reader. The comments you post, the e-mails you send and the vibes you put out have convinced me that what we’ve got here is far more […]

Ring Schming, It Was The Jacket

We had just gotten engaged. Or can’t you tell?

It was September 25, 1989. Stephanie and I were headed to Shea. On a chilly Flushing evening, the Mets would eliminate themselves mathematically and I would require sit-and-sulk time, just enough to turn our stroll back to the LIRR into a brisk trot.

And she married me anyway.

Had […]

My Bobby Valentines (A Stalker's Diary)

I’ve been happily, nay ecstatically married since 1991, but let’s pretend for just a sec that eight years ago I dated 25 lovely ladies. Some I fell for badly. Some left me spurned. A few were just kind of there. Now let’s say, to continue our hypothetical, that as they scattered to the wind and […]

The Strawberry Shadow

Watching TV through Met-colored glasses so you don’t have to…

In the 1979-80 season of The White Shadow, situated at a fictional ghetto high school in Los Angeles (and delved into on DVD over yet another baseball-starved weekend), members of the Carver basketball team said they were headed to “Crenshaw” to watch the cheerleaders practice, heh-heh. […]

The Prime of Mister Jose Valentin

Don’t know if it’s still conventional wisdom in baseball circles to define a player’s prime as more or less the ages of 28-32. Since conventional wisdom never dies, probably. But if that’s the prime — when you’re old enough to know better and young enough to successfully implement what you know — we lack prime […]

Ready to Take a Chan Again

He saw his best days with the Dodgers, but those were long over.
He was available when few other pitchers were.
He pitched for a different team every year of late.
He allowed an ERA well above his career best.
He hovered around .500 the year before we got him.
He signed with a contender that was just short enough […]

Expectation & Disappointment

If we’ve found something more disturbing than the reportedly imminent inking of Chan Ho Park on which to dwell, then it must be Flashback Friday at Faith and Fear in Flushing.

Brace yourself. The Mets got George Foster.

Brace yourself. The Mets got one of the most…no, the most dangerous hitter in the game.

Brace yourself. The Mets […]

49,383's A Crowd

In one of the scoops of the winter, Ben Shpigel noted in the Times last week that the Mets want to sell a lot of tickets in 2007. I also hear they’d like to win as many games as possible.

To be fair (even if it’s not as much fun), Shpigel’s angle was the Mets’ push […]

Fish Gotta Swim

Major professional sports championships won in full or part at what is presently known as Dolphin Stadium:

San Francisco 49ers: 2
Denver Broncos: 1
Indianapolis Colts: 1
Florida Marlins: 2
Miami Dolphins: 0

HA! The Dolphins haven’t won a thing since moving into the building where they dominate everything but the bottom line of the competitive ledger, have they? Their badly […]

How Super Could It Be Without Joe McEwing?

Let me see if I’ve got this straight. If Rex Grossman sees his shadow, we get eight more weeks of winter. If Peyton Manning earns a trip to a theme park, we get eight more weeks of winter.

Yeah, that’s about the size of it. One football team will beat another tonight and 56 nights hence […]