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Jason Fry and Greg Prince
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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Lawn Gone Legend

The phrase “hey you kids, get off my lawn,” when used to mock someone’s stodgier instincts, has always bugged me, and not just because of my edging toward the demographic with which stodginess is reflexively associated. My stance isn’t in defense of stodge. It’s the literal interpretation I can’t hack. If somebody has a lawn, […]

When Jim Joined Ralph

Long before “happy birthday to all the fathers out there” became what we love to quote on the third Sunday every June, a Mets-savvy person was likely to reflexively link Ralph Kiner and Father’s Day via the most impressive thing Jim Bunning ever did for public consumption. Bunning threw a perfect game on Father’s Day […]

Meeting Miss Shea Liberty

Together once.

Miss Shea Liberty and I go way back, to her New York days.

Together again.

The Man on the Shirt

“Monte Irvin died,” I told my wife last week.
“Aw, the man on the shirt?” she asked.

I have a t-shirt that features a likeness of Monte Irvin’s 1954 baseball card, along with a bullet-point bio, his actual autograph and the thanks of the New York Baseball Giants Nostalgia Society for giving his time to the group. […]

And I Believe in a Promised Land

“Hello? Anyone still up?”
“In here.”
“I’m not coming by too late, am I?”
“No, it’s fine. Come in. Sit down. There’s some old pretzels in the fridge if you want. Might be a little hard, so be careful.”

“I’m not hungry. They’ve got great food at work. I’m still wired, though. I just had to drop by and tell somebody […]

Carry On My Sheaward Son

At last, I get the picture. (Photo by Andrew Richter)

Welcome to FAFIF Turns Ten, the long dormant milestone-anniversary series in which we consider anew some of the topics that defined Mets baseball during our first decade of blogging. In this, the tenth of ten installments, we make one last trip to our spiritual home.

Last […]

Less Red Zone Than Dead Zone

Professional football playoff time is upon us. No Giants. No Jets. Limited interest here, though chances are I’ll turn on whatever game is on wherever it’s on. Earlier, I had one on ESPN (which is a first for professional football playoffs). The best part of this particular National Football League postseason is it furnishes me […]

We Could Get Used to Winning

Need a scapegoat for your favorite fourth-place team in the whole wide world? Blame Dillon Gee for the pounding the Mets absorbed Thursday night in Milwaukee. Blame Matt Garza for maintaining the deep freeze at such a cold temperature where the New Yorkers’ bats were concerned. Blame gravity for pulling the Mets down to earth […]

Opportunitease

They gave us quality-mounted canvas prints of a photo taken at the first game Shea Stadium ever hosted. It’s the reason I snapped up tickets in January, the reason I schlepped my stubborn cold and a hundred or so tissues to Citi Field Saturday night. I wanted the Mets to remind me of Shea.

Oh, they […]

Reporting from Brand New Shea Stadium

In honor of the 50th anniversary of the opening of Shea Stadium, I thought I’d reprint my post from April 17, 1964, in case you missed it the first time around.

Well, you can’t say it isn’t big. Or bright. They said it would be both and it surely is.

I’m just not sure it feels like […]