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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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Letter to Dana

Among the many Mets bloggers carrying on for the one who couldn't make it to Hofstra were Steve Keane, John Coppinger, Taryn Cooper and yours truly. (Photo courtesy of Jason Bornstein.)

Dear Dana,

I either have to thank you or blame you for directing me to file my overdue report on the Hofstra Mets 50th Anniversary [...]

Where Everybody Knows You're Shea

“This is the train to Woodside and Penn Station,” the Long Island Rail Road conductor informed us as the westbound 11:04 pulled out of Jamaica on Opening Day. “Change at Woodside for Shea.”

Best advice I’d heard since my iPod’s 1986 playlist was telling me twenty minutes earlier to get Metsmerized, get Metsmerized.

Hello dark plaque, [...]

Two, Maybe Three Different Sports

The baseball game I watched last night in which Derek Holland thoroughly shut down the St. Louis Cardinals’ offense bore little resemblance to the baseball game I watched 24 hours earlier in which Albert Pujols filleted the Texas Rangers’ pitching staff. Holland stood head and shoulders above his competition the same as Pujols did, yet [...]

Young's Hitting, I'm Sitting, All's Mostly Well

If I hadn’t recognized the onslaught of orange by sight, my posterior would have know that texture of plastic anywhere. It was a 100% genuine Shea Stadium seat, one of four aligned against the front window of the Pine Restaurant at the Holiday Inn LaGuardia on 114th Street. Positioned as it was, it meant that [...]

Our Cats, Our Shea

For the longest time, I adored our cats Hozzie and Avery, yet had a hard time thinking of them as “our cats”. “Our cats” meant Bernie and Casey, the cats Stephanie and I had before Hozzie and Avery. As cats will do (though nobody warns you when you plunge headfirst into petdom), Bernie and Casey [...]

Remember When?

Update: Audio! Now you can say TLDL instead of TLDR!

Thought I’d post what I read at Varsity Letters’ fifth-anniversary shindig last week, for posterity but mostly because it’s a reflection on a Mets game we’d be better off to recall more often, particularly in these trying days. Odds are you’ll recognize it at once — [...]

Take Me Out to Shea Stadium

Welcome to Flashback Friday: Take Me Out to 34 Ballparks, a celebration, critique and countdown of every major league ballpark one baseball fan has been fortunate enough to visit in a lifetime of going to ballgames.

BALLPARK: Shea Stadium
HOME TEAM: New York Mets
VISITS: 402 regular-season games, 13 postseason games, 5 rainouts, 2 exhibition games, 1 intrasquad [...]

A Lifetime and the Aftermath

It’s a Sunday afternoon in September 1996. I’m at Shea Stadium with my best friend Chuck, diehard Met sympathizer, but better described as a bandwagon rider in terms of his actual Met fandom. Yet in September 1996, there is no bandwagon. There’s just me guilting him into joining me for a game against the Braves. [...]

Move Over Daniel (Here Comes David)

Jonathon Niese endured. Ike Davis awoke. David Wright served the main course to one lucky Acela Club patron. The Florida Marlins learned that no one — and I mean no one —  comes into our house and pushes us around (hubris not applicable on final days of seasons). And while all this was going on, [...]

Oh Right, That

At the risk of dampening our mutual bout of Toronto Fever (now as well as then), the Subway Series begins anew tonight.

Oh man, am I psyched!

Or should that come with a question mark?

It’s been a little while since SS Friday got my various organs racing. Two years, to be precise. It was already past its [...]