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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.

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A Great Day in Harlem

GP Polo Grounds

On August 10, 2000, Stephanie and I trekked to Eighth Avenue and 157th Street to pay our respects to the Polo Grounds. The plaque, at the fourth of the four Polo Grounds Houses, marks the approximate location of home plate and notes that in addition to the Giants and some American League team whose name escapes me, the ballpark was home to the New York Mets in 1962 and 1963.

Weird part about this trip was Vic Ziegel in the Daily News wrote an outstanding column that ran that very morning about the one remnant of the PG that still exists as it did in the days of McGraw: the rickety John T. Brush staircase. I didn’t read it until we were already on our way there, but I knew we had chosen the right day.

1 comment to A Great Day in Harlem

  • Anonymous

    Hi Greg,
    I remember the ramp that led to the the ticket booths but didn't recall the staircase when Dad took me to see the Mets beat the Giants back in 1962. I realize now we had to go down a series of steps because it would have been just too steep a slope to have only a ramp protruding from the top of the Bluff. It was also wierd seeing the outside of a ballpark from slightly above roof level
    I guess most fans didn't enter that way because the D train stopped outside the centerfield bleachers and that's also where entrance to the limited parking lots was. One could enter through the bleacher area and get to any seat in the ballpark.