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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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Enjoy Every Ballgame

Clockwise from upper right: Fans of the Mets Dana Brand, Matthew Silverman, Greg Spira, Greg Prince. Background: Home of the Mets Shea Stadium.

“More words about the Mets have been written by the people in this photograph than have been written by the people in any other photograph I’ve ever seen.”

So noted the man […]

Things We Learn About Our Teachers

The wedding of my longtime friend Fred to his new bride Karla (“my first wife,” he jokes) was a joyous event for Stephanie and me to attend last weekend, both for the nuptials of two fine people and the opportunity to spend time with other friends with whom I go back decades. Joel, Adam and […]

The Soundtrack of Your Life

Perhaps with more indisputable zeniths, I wouldn’t be so quick to recall the transitory peaks of life as a New York Mets fan. Whether it’s a 9-6 record in 1978 or 42-42 in 1980 or 53-38 in 1991 or 59-37 in 1984, those instances when the Mets got as good as they were going to […]

Guarantee of the Time of Your LIfe

“Hey Mabel!”
“What is it, Harry?”
“Let’s go to the ballgame!”
“What ballgame? You haven’t been to a ballgame since 1957.”
“I know, but I have the strangest yen to go to one.”
“Since when?”
“Since I got this invitation.”
“Invitation, Harry?”

“Yeah, Mabel. Says we should meet the Mets.”
“We, Harry?”
“It’s very specific. Says I gotta bring ya. And the kids.”
“Freddie and Frieda […]

The Youthful Enthusiasm of Dana Brand

I will endure its passing, but I would have loved to have been an old man in these seats, under these lights.

That’s what Dana Brand wrote in Mets Fan, in an essay he entitled “For Shea“. I’ve thought of those words often since Shea Stadium was scheduled for and then met its ultimate demise. Every […]

The Synonymous Harmon Killebrew

I’ll never forget, we used to play a lot of ball out in the front yard, and my mother would say, “You’re tearing up the grass and digging holes in the front yard.”

And my father would say, “We’re not raising grass here, we’re raising boys.”
—Harmon Killebrew, Cooperstown, 1984

Early in my beverage magazine days, […]

Of Dukes and Other Royalty

Duke Snider was hugely talented, agreeably and disagreeably human by turns, and essential to the myth of the Brooklyn Dodgers — for the move west from Ebbets Field to the other side of the continent threw his career into permanent decline, almost as if the Duke of Flatbush had lost his royal powers when he […]

Too Old? Too Young? Just Right.

Most dignified-looking Met: Duke Snider. That gray hair gets them. If he offered to sell you the Brooklyn bridge you’d be certain he owned it.
—Leonard Shecter, New York Post, 1963

“I think Casey was referring to the fact that when I was 29, I’d have 10 years in the league, but of course, he mangled the […]

Trying to Remember Joe Frazier

The Montreal Expos were slowly infiltrating the field and the Mets were leaving one by one. I did make one more attempt to speak with Frazier. Southern accent and all, he has the face and appearance of an Appalachian moonshiner, a lot like Ron Hodges. “Why do you want to write this book?” he asked. […]

Rapid Robert's Incredible Staying Power

Bob Feller, as fast and as good as any pitcher who ever lived, never stopped sharing his immortality, right up until his death yesterday, at age 92. With no advance hype, Bob showed up at Shea Stadium on Ralph Kiner Night three years ago. Bob Feller was inducted into the Hall of Fame the year […]