The blog for Mets fans
who like to read
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.
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.
|
by Jason Fry on 15 September 2025 12:36 pm
We’re all exhausted, so let’s hurry through the first seven or so innings of Sunday’s desperate affair against the Rangers: A young pitcher was great, the Mets hit a little though not a lot, Carlos Mendoza made an understandable though anxiety-provoking move to get aforementioned young pitcher out amid early signs that the roof might […]
by Jason Fry on 3 September 2025 8:13 am
Hey, why don’t they make the whole pitching staff out of Nolan McLean?
Statistically, McLean’s start Tuesday night against the Tigers was the least of the four he’s made so far in his very young career. But it might have been the most impressive for all that. McLean reported for duty having trouble landing his curveball […]
by Jason Fry on 30 August 2025 12:43 pm
On the day Jonah Tong was born — Thursday, June 19, 2003 — the Mets lost 5-1 to the Marlins at Soilmaster Stadium. Mike Bacsik gave up an early three-run homer to Mike Lowell, things got worse in the fifth, and a dreary game eventually expired. I’m sure I was watching and also glad I […]
by Jason Fry on 28 August 2025 3:26 am
“My Girl” you know about — the singalong that accompanies Francisco Lindor‘s ABs is a new tradition that’s all the sweeter for its organic origins and the Mets having sense enough to stay out of the way.
But the crowd at Citi Field wasn’t satisfied with augmenting the Temptations. They did the honors on “Take Me […]
by Jason Fry on 27 August 2025 8:17 am
“Show a little faith! There’s magic in the night!”
That’s one of Bruce Springsteen’s best-known exhortations, a commandment for wavering lovers, teetering dreamers and yes, fans of oddly underwhelming baseball fans. But until Tuesday night, it had largely fallen flat where the 2025 Mets were concerned.
Until Tuesday night, but not forever.
Game two of the seven-game, two-city […]
by Jason Fry on 20 August 2025 8:47 am
OK, not that kind of perfect game. You probably would have heard about it by now.
But the Mets — because, if there even is a “because,” baseball season is about ebbs and flows, and the sport is essentially and elementally maddening and perverse — played a game Tuesday night that was pretty much near perfect, […]
by Jason Fry on 14 August 2025 7:04 am
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 […]
by Greg Prince on 13 August 2025 2:45 am
It throbbed. It pulsated. It got down with the beat, not to mention the Bear. It lit up like crazy, so much so that they shot off every last firework within reach. Maybe this is what the Ritchie Family was referring to in 1976 when they paid homage to the best disco in town.
Citi Field […]
by Jason Fry on 9 August 2025 10:48 pm
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 […]
by Jason Fry on 3 August 2025 10:17 am
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 […]
|
|