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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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by Greg Prince on 30 March 2008 9:03 am
52: Tuesday, June 10 vs Diamondbacks
It is the dream, ladies and gentlemen, of every kid who has ever tossed a ball or swung a bat to put on a big-league uniform. Tonight we honor two boys who grew up to do just that…even if they never got to toss a ball or swing a bat […]
by Greg Prince on 29 March 2008 10:47 am
Don’t know how the last season of Shea Stadium will end, but it could do worse than to replicate what happened when Tug McGraw, Ron Swoboda and Tommie Agee got together for a little bubbly 39 years ago. Thanks to FAFIF reader Joey79 for sending along this shot. What do you suppose they’re going […]
by Greg Prince on 29 March 2008 10:44 am
Somewhere near this blog, I don’t know how many people are rooting for the Mets, but I think all of us could use a toast. To a past that gets more glorious as the years go by… To a future that will always be bright… To the present and its impending 162 games… To […]
by Greg Prince on 29 March 2008 10:36 am
I don’t know who this guy is, but I’ve seen him repeatedly since last September 30. This Reuters photo was used over and over last fall to illustrate the state of the Mets fan in the wake of the end of the 2007 season. At the risk of trivializing tragedy, he is our napalm girl, our Kent […]
by Greg Prince on 29 March 2008 12:11 am
59: Monday, May 26 vs Marlins
Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen, to our Shea Stadium Final Season countdown. If, by chance, this is your first game at Shea this season, a quick reminder: At every home game this year, we are pausing in the fifth inning for a brief ceremony in which we introduce one or […]
by Greg Prince on 28 March 2008 5:56 am
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 358 regular-season and 13 postseason games to date. The Log records the numbers. The Tales tell the stories.
3/31/98 Tu Philadelphia 9-6 Jones 10 59-61 W […]
by Greg Prince on 27 March 2008 8:36 am
66: Friday, May 9 vs Reds
Ladies and gentlemen, to remove number 66 from the right field wall, we call on a player intimately associated with tonight's opponent, someone who ordinarily would not be setting foot inside Shea Stadium without buying a ticket, but someone so intertwined with the history of this ballpark that it would […]
by Greg Prince on 25 March 2008 5:23 pm
It’s still Spring in St. Lucie, it’s still cold in New York, but out in Northern California kids are playing ball in shirtsleeves. Batter up! Max Lugo is obviously ready for the real Mets season to start…and if it won’t, he’ll start his own.
by Greg Prince on 25 March 2008 9:03 am
To be estranged from your favorite Met is strange. I know. I've been sort of on the outs with mine since last September.
I still wear my three REYES 7 t-shirts; my overpriced Jose Reyes button is still affixed to my plush home run apple; no Met has been elevated above him in my esteem, official […]
by Greg Prince on 24 March 2008 1:43 pm
Jason’s revelations regarding the uncalled for printing of a Mets card for Johnny Estrada included a callback to the Mystery Mets of yore, baseball players given baseball cards in which they were identified as Amazin’, Amazin’, Amazin’ Mets but somehow escaped the actual burden/honor of performing in orange and blue. The last such identity-theft perpetrator (or victim), […]
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