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Greg Prince and Jason Fry
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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Makes a Fellow Proud to be an Astro

Welcome to Flashback Friday: Tales From The Log, a final-season tribute to Shea Stadium as viewed primarily through the prism of what I have seen there for myself, namely 361 regular-season and 13 postseason games to date. The Log records the numbers. The Tales tell the stories.

4/23/03 W Houston 8-9 Leiter 32 146-115 W 4-2

It […]

Many Happy Returns

The Comeback Player of the Year ballots were due early this year. Had to have 'em in, like taxes (or extensions), by April 15. Fortunately plenty of candidates nominated themselves Tuesday night — and just in time.

Here in no particular order are who and what I filled in on my ballot:

• Fun. Yes, fun. Unalloyed […]

Words We've Lost

“If they boo, that’s fine. That’s the history they’ve got from not being so good, I guess.”
—Johan Santana

“Who wants to be a Mets fan? There’s no future in it.”
—Miriam Chan

Last week’s New York Baseball Giants Nostalgia Society triannual meeting was graced by the presence of Frank Deford who was kind enough to come and chat […]

The Shea Countdown: 19-16

19: Friday, August 22 vs Astros

When telling the story of Shea Stadium, ladies and gentlemen, the chapter that drips the most magic from its pages is the one we know as 1969. No other ballpark has ever known a year like it.

There is much to remember 1969 by and it would probably take a full […]

Peering Into the Past

The New York Baseball Giants Nostalgia Society did what it does best last Thursday: reminisce over a departed team and chow down on Bronx pizza. Read all about it in Richard Sandomir’s column in the Times. Peering in from the right at some astoundingly great Polo Grounds footage like a kid seeking a knothole’s view of Don Mueller is […]

Back When the Mets Were a Pup

Reader Matt L. asked if we knew of any pictures of Polo Grounds top dog Homer the beagle. As your full-service Mets blog of choice, we scanned this one from Jack Lang’s The New York Mets: Twenty-Five Years of Baseball Magic and present it to all of Metstopotamia to enjoy. According to the caption in the book, […]

Let's Hope the Season Doesn't Go as Far South

The numbers on the Faith and Fear shirt don’t go any lower than 14 for Gil Hodges, but leave it to Dave Murray to take them as far down on the map as you can without leaving the country. Our Michigan friend wore his garment of choice on a recent trip to Key West where the […]

The Shea Countdown: 22-20

22: Tuesday, August 19 vs Braves

While it is fairly common knowledge, ladies and gentlemen, that Shea Stadium has hosted many a megastar concert in its 45 years, those who are Mets fans above all else probably have a slightly different ear for the music they've heard at Shea, particularly since 1980 when our audio/video crew […]

A Game of Kvetch

There were gophers, there were weasels, there was one oversized gadfly…oh wait, that was me.

The final fifth game of a season in the history of Shea Stadium: from it I will remember almost nothing fondly. It was just one of those days, even if it was a Saturday, even if it was the home debut […]

Perfect Enough

On Tuesday as the Home Opener got away from the home team, I heard myself think “I'm glad I'm not watching this at home,” as if any barrier more substantial than four decks from the field wouldn't let me cope with the rampant futility at hand. Friday night, after having turned down a ticket from […]