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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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Eighth Wonder

Welcome to A Met for All Seasons, a series in which we consider a given Met who played in a given season and…well, we’ll see.

Everybody scream and shout
Do the Fonzie
Come on
Do the Fonzie with me
—Leather Tuscadero

In 1997, Edgardo Alfonzo came to the plate 68 times in eighth innings. In those eighth innings, he batted .482, […]

Summer Lovin’, Happened So Fast

Somehow, the summer seemed to slip by faster this time.
—A. Bartlett Giamatti

Meteorological summer ended on September 1 at midnight. Astronomical summer ended this morning, September 22, at 9:30. The Mets’ summer barely happened at all.

The baseball season, such as it’s been, began July 24 and if it didn’t end last night, we know it’s going, […]

The Short of It

We finally have a marginally useful statistical comparison of sorts for this season that is statistically, logistically and aesthetically absolutely like no other. With the 2020 Mets having played 52 of a projected 60 games, we can line their season to date up against the only season when the Mets played 52 games in total, […]

Live from New York, It was Mike Vail

Welcome to A Met for All Seasons, a series in which we consider a given Met who played in a given season and…well, we’ll see.

The golden age of baseball coincides neatly with when one happened to be twelve years old.
—John Thorn, Official Historian, MLB

If first base is childhood and second base is adolescence, the summer […]

The Best 23-27 Team in Baseball

Jules, y’know, honey, this isn’t real. You know what it is? It’s St. Elmo’s Fire. Electric flashes of light that appear in dark skies out of nowhere. Sailors would guide entire journeys by it, but the joke was on them. There was no fire. There wasn’t even a St. Elmo. They made it up. They […]

Go Figure, They Won

Jacob deGrom gets hit like Jacob deGrom never gets hit. Then Jacob deGrom leaves with an injury like Jacob deGrom does in our worst nightmares. Then the Mets, down by three in the third, turn to Michael Wacha, a lapsed starter the Mets resist turning to as a matter of course. Then the Mets run […]

New Year’s Steve

The keys are a couple of months from formal exchange, but the hardware store has been put on alert to make up a new set for the new owner who is preparing to move into 41 Seaver Way.

Say “hi” real soon to Steve Cohen, your next control person of the New York Mets. We’ve heard […]

Standing in the Shadows of 2019

The Mets shuffled off from Buffalo with one more loss than win for their weekend’s work and three fewer games remaining on their truncated schedule, thereby humbling their already modest postseason chances. Not that they were much to begin with, but sooner or later, you can take only so much comfort from relative proximity to […]

We Briefly Hang in a Buffalo Stance

In a sixty-game season whose primary appeal may be the encompassing of elements largely unprecedented, you pretty much have to be in it for those things you’ve never seen before. They may not add up to an orthodox major league campaign, let alone big-picture success, but they sure do get your attention.

Take a 1-unassisted at […]

Let’s Go Mess

They’re messing with us, right? The Mets getting us to take them semi-seriously for another day is part of a larger prank, right? They look moribund half the time. They give up late-inning leads the other half. They play in a depressing cartoon atmosphere where balls travel a thousand feet and the fans in the […]