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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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First Person

If it’s one of those dates in Mets history that won’t show up in any “This Date in Mets History,” it must be Flashback Friday at Faith and Fear in Flushing.

Here’s to the first person to open my eyes to baseball, however inadvertently.

Here’s to the first person to share Peanuts with me, the comic strip in which Charlie Brown played baseball badly but constantly. Since Peanuts was popular enough for this person to have several books of it, I figured baseball must be a pretty normal thing to like.

Here’s to the first person to share baseball cards with me. They were printed in 1967 and 1968. They had a catcher from the Braves named Joe Torre and a manager from the Reds named Dave Bristol and an outfielder from the Indians named Leon Wagner. They also had a first baseman named Ed Kranepool from the Mets. The Mets. The New York Mets. Hmmm…we live in New York.

Here’s to the first person to share a portable television — a Sony — with me so I could watch the final game of the 1969 World Series and games throughout the summers of 1970 and ’71 even if this person preferred Marcus Welby M.D. and once asked why I bothered watching the games when they’ll tell you the score on the news and isn’t the score all you need to know anyway?

Here’s to the first person to take me to my second-ever game at Shea Stadium, my third-ever game at Shea Stadium and my fifth-ever game at Shea Stadium — each of them an Old Timers Day yet — despite a complete lack of interest in every game ever played at Shea Stadium.

Here’s to the first person to introduce me to a person who had recently given up working at Shea Stadium, recently enough to use his residual pull to gain me access inside the room where they kept all the souvenirs they sold to regular people but he was telling me to go ahead, take what you want (I choked and plucked one measly cap from the trove, but this same other person filled a tote bag with goodies for me which got him in good with that first person enough so that these persons have been married quite a while now).

Here’s to the first person I ever knew who was a writer, and because this person was a writer, it’s not a stretch to say I wanted to be a writer.

Here’s to the first person I ever really knew at all, the one person I’ve known longer than any other, the only person I know whose ongoing obliviousness to our national and my personal pastime doesn’t bother me one bit. She did so much to hook me up with baseball without realizing it, who could ask for anything more?

Here’s to my big sister Suzan, who was more mature at 14 than I am at 44. Suzan was born January 21, 1957, but in deference to her sudden distaste for simple arithmetic, I won’t mention how many years ago since then it will be come Sunday. But I will say happy birthday. Whichever one it is.

Next Friday: A line or two upon the wall regarding the No. 10 song of all-time.

7 comments to First Person

  • Anonymous

    And here's to that first person who will be bopped on the head by his older sister Suzan for revealing her age for all of America to see!

  • Anonymous

    Happy Birthday Suzan!!
    The first person I knew to spell her name a little oddly so people would notice.
    And the first person to ask me to be in their Wedding Party, which also means she was one of the first people to have me wear a Tux…in which I looked damn good.

  • Anonymous

    Happy ^&%*th Birthday, Suzan from Long Beach.

  • Anonymous

    Happy Birthday to Greg's Big Sister!

  • Anonymous

    “…one of those dates in Mets history that won't show up in any “This Date in Mets History,”
    I hear ya, my friend. I know them all too well. Practically leap off the calendar and smack you in the face, some of 'em.
    And Happy Birthday, Suzan! Enjoy your first legal drink! ;-)

  • Anonymous

    You have to get there to believe it: life begins at 50.
    Happy Birthday, Suzan. Those of us who visit this site are grateful you took such good care of your little brother–hope he frees up some shekels and helps you celebrate accordingly!
    Let's Got Mets!

  • Anonymous

    From my ageless sister:
    Thanks, Joel! And to your lovely readers for their kind wishes.