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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 9 February 2008 10:39 pm
Hit or an error? Look to your right. The scoreboard transmits the official ruling. Look to your left. The Sign Man tells you what you’re thinking.
Before there were helpful little gadgets any more exotic than a transistor radio, you had two sources of information to enhance your Sheagoing experience. You had the biggest scoreboard in […]
by Greg Prince on 9 February 2008 11:46 am
Karl Ehrhardt, 1924-2008.
Photo courtesy of Shea Stadium: Images of Baseball, Arcadia Publishing
by Greg Prince on 29 January 2008 3:07 pm
These two, they’re stuck together whether they want to be or not. Make no mistake: they do not. They were sworn enemies in the last life yet nowadays share psychic space that has become all too real to them. In one sense, they are no longer with us. In another, more significant sense, they have […]
by Greg Prince on 2 October 2007 10:13 am
Before any of us could have known what the last day of this season would represent for all time, it was just going to be the last day of the season. I like to go to the last day of the season, probably even more than the first day of the season, though I like […]
by Greg Prince on 10 August 2007 12:31 pm
If you can’t find you or anyone like you portrayed in an overblown, cartoonishly acted eight-part series about a time you remember living through, too, relax — it’s Flashback Friday at Faith and Fear in Flushing.
Except for one month as a telemarketer my junior year in college (we sold memberships to the Hillsborough County Police […]
by Greg Prince on 30 June 2007 12:00 pm
“Greg? Is that you?”
“Um, yeah. Hi Shea.”
“Where have you been all Friday? You missed the day-night doubleheader on TV. The Mets swept!”
“I heard. Great for us.”
“You must’ve heard. You have an extra-big smile on your face.”
“Sure. I’m always happy when the Mets take two.”
“From the Phillies, no less.”
“Yeah, I guess that’s who they played.”
“You guess! […]
by Greg Prince on 11 May 2007 4:37 am
If it’s exactly 20 years since the night your life changed forever for the better, then it’s Flashback Friday at Faith and Fear in Flushing.
On that May 11 as on this May 11, the Mets were of paramount importance to me. But on that May 11 as on this May 11, some things were more […]
by Greg Prince on 4 May 2007 2:55 pm
When their season began, they were nobody. When it ended, they were somebody. If it’s the first Friday of the month, then we’re remembering them in this special 1997 Mets edition of Flashback Friday.
Ten years, seven Fridays. This is one of them.
“I have often thought,” allowed Theodore White, one of my favorite authors, “that […]
by Greg Prince on 10 April 2007 1:46 am
The wind chill was punishing. The men’s room line was eternal. The reconfigured commutation hub was a headscratcher. The manager’s decision to allow his shakiest reliever to face the opponent’s most dangerous slugger with an open base and two out was curious.
But all that goes in the “never mind that right now” file thanks to […]
by Greg Prince on 6 April 2007 9:17 pm
When their season began, they were nobody. When it ended, they were somebody. If it’s the first Friday of the month, then we’re remembering them in this special 1997 Mets edition of Flashback Friday.
Ten years, seven Fridays. This is one of them.
If these Julio Franco times, when ballplayer age is such an elastic yardstick, could […]
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