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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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Shirts So Good
by Greg Prince on 13 July 2011 5:59 pm We probably won’t be updating the world-famous Faith and Fear t-shirt to incorporate “75” into its world-famous design, but as long as we’re throwing the phrase “world-famous” around, we have a couple of relatively recent examples of the shirt out in the world, both from way back when Francisco Rodriguez was still a Met.
Here is our old pal Charlie Hangley from a Hawaiian adventure a few months back. The connotation of disaster that Pearl Harbor evokes…well, this picture was taken before Terry Collins worked his magic on Charlie’s psyche.
And here are two other friends of FAFIF, Kevin and Ross Chapman, following the Mets to Arlington, Tex., last month. They (and photographer Sharon) showed up and the Mets scored a Texas-size mess of runs. So we thank them for that. And the wearing of the shirts.
Really makes you want to get yours, doesn’t it?
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That half inning date column was an instant classic :)
Not fair – we couldn’t wear FAFIF shirts when we visited Pearl Harbor because it was before the blog started!
Am sure Charlie H. felt a lot more somber leaving the memorial than he did entering it – it’s impossible not to – so do hope his FAFIF shirt cheered his spirits up on the jitney ride back.
I did, Joe. It was like being in church. I didn’t want to talk, and if you know me at all…well, that’s sayin’ something.
Am I the only one who read that too quickly as Kelvin Chapman and a) thought he must have aged very well b) wondered where the proto-Fu Manchu ‘stache went?
(tumbleweeds)
Nobody else? All righty then, good night all.
You’ve just set yourself up for a very good story.
And you can hear the story for yourself in two parts: here and here.
Now I’m hurt that you’re not using my Disney Magic Kingdom Space Mountain pic. I took that shirt to OUTER FUCKING SPACE!
(Editor’s note: Not actually hurt.)
Sported mine on a cruise ship last week. Drew several curious inquiries.
Bring the largest size you’ve got to the event on Saturday. Purchase, or trade for certain recently-published memorabilia, shall be duly negotiated.
I’d just like to say that the shirt fits me a lot better now — now that I’m a frequent gym patron, that is — than it did back in February when this was taken…