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ABOUT US
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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by Jason Fry on 4 June 2011 12:27 am
The little black cloud narrative of Mets fandom has been overdone in recent years — our team was one good swing away from the World Series in 2006 and played highly meaningful games on the last day of the season in 2007 and 2008, which the good people of Pittsburgh and Kansas City would take […]
by Jason Fry on 26 May 2011 1:58 am
As baseball fans, we have a lot of phrases we repeat to ourselves to keep watching after things have gone to hell. As Mets fans, I’d wager we have even more of them.
Down 8-1 8-0 [sorry, was apparently huffing paint thinner] after the top of the first? You never know how the other starter will […]
by Jason Fry on 19 May 2011 12:26 am
As Mets fan, we know that all too often the jokes write themselves: On Tuesday the Mets canceled a game while the sun was shining, and sat around at home while the evening was more or less dry. Tonight the Mets played on and on, while the rain fell in sheets and the infield turned […]
by Jason Fry on 17 May 2011 1:01 am
Remember Back to the Future Part II, in which Biff sneaks back through time to hand his younger self a sports almanac, and so makes himself a mogul in an alternate 2015? If I had a similar opportunity, I think I’d head for Vegas, use my Delorean and make a killing on this game.
1. Odds […]
by Jason Fry on 9 May 2011 12:56 am
One of my Little League career’s many lowlights was the day a searing liner was hit out to me amid the clover that covered right field — a place generally unexplored by balls and so not coincidentally where I and millions of other kids not destined for greatness have played. After some combination of misjudging […]
by Jason Fry on 30 April 2011 12:23 am
That was going through my head as the Mets trudged to the plate for the top of the ninth: Gee, we’d have been beaten less badly if Terry Collins had run up the white flag a while back. The fact that Ike Davis and Jason Pridie held down the pig and rubbed some home-run lipstick […]
by Jason Fry on 24 April 2011 11:37 pm
If I’d asked you on Wednesday night if you were disappointed to think about a Mets-free Monday, you’d have said that wasn’t funny. We were 5-13, still reeling from watching rainouts or doubleheader losses, and the idea of meaningful games in May had become a sour joke.
Four days later, well, whaddya know? That day off […]
by Jason Fry on 11 April 2011 12:47 am
Mike Pelfrey’s ERA is 15.63. He’ll get another start tomorrow. And another one four days after that. And so on for a reasonable distance into the future.
Blaine Boyer’s ERA is 10.80. He threw 119 pitches this year. His Mets career is presumably over: He was designated for assignment after yesterday’s debacle, a 3-2 Mets lead […]
by Jason Fry on 6 April 2011 11:25 pm
It’s an age-old fan question: Your team’s down seven runs, and not destined to win. Given this, how would you prefer them to exit stage final? Biting and scratching and clawing, even if all’s in vain? Or quickly and quietly, so as not to waste valuable pluck and luck? (Pluck and luck don’t actually work […]
by Jason Fry on 3 April 2011 11:35 pm
It’s a silly but time-honored part of being a fan to make far too much out of the first few games of the year.
So, Opening Night: The Mets looked anemic at bat, Mike Pelfrey scuffled on the mound and Josh Johnson was borderline unhittable. DOOM! WE WILL NEVER WIN A GAME, EVERY PITCHER IS GOING […]
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