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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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A Lifetime and the Aftermath

It’s a Sunday afternoon in September 1996. I’m at Shea Stadium with my best friend Chuck, diehard Met sympathizer, but better described as a bandwagon rider in terms of his actual Met fandom. Yet in September 1996, there is no bandwagon. There’s just me guilting him into joining me for a game against the Braves. […]

Move Over Daniel (Here Comes David)

Jonathon Niese endured. Ike Davis awoke. David Wright served the main course to one lucky Acela Club patron. The Florida Marlins learned that no one — and I mean no one —  comes into our house and pushes us around (hubris not applicable on final days of seasons). And while all this was going on, […]

Oh Right, That

At the risk of dampening our mutual bout of Toronto Fever (now as well as then), the Subway Series begins anew tonight.

Oh man, am I psyched!

Or should that come with a question mark?

It’s been a little while since SS Friday got my various organs racing. Two years, to be precise. It was already past its […]

Say Hey, A Heart in New York

Say — or should I say hey — you know who was a really good baseball player? Willie Mays.

You probably knew that already, but you’ll really know it if you read Willie Mays: The Life, The Legend by James Hirsch. You’ll know a ton by the time you float through its 560 pages of text. […]

A Year Without Shea

On October 28, 1961, eight dignitaries in suits — including Mayor Bob Wagner, master builder Bob Moses and future villain Don Grant — plunged spades into the ground and touched off the beginning of construction on a project tentatively titled Flushing Meadow(s) Stadium. It took 902 days to get from ceremonial shovels to the first […]

Jane Jarvis & The Keys to Our Hearts

If ever a cold January morning called for a round of the Mexican Hat Dance, this is it. It’s a good time to hear Jane Jarvis on the Thomas Organ welcoming us to Shea Stadium. It’s a good time to lean forward in anticipation of an afternoon in the sun with the Mets and a […]

Cheering Frankie, Burying Braden & Tailing the Krane

The Mets enjoyed a statistically familiar Opening Day. Yet I enjoyed a very unusual one. They opened at Great American Ball Park. Yet I watched them at Citi Field. They were led by Johan Santana, Daniel Murphy and Frankie Rodriguez. Yet I was awed by Mookie Wilson, Ed Kranepool and Ed Charles…and Cow-Bell Man. Can’t […]

Golden Now

“You’ve got your new address here. There really isn’t anything else you need.”

“Hold up. That’s it?”

“Sure. You’re golden now.”

“I don’t get it.”

“It’s not unexpected. You’re not the first one to move here and be a little frazzled from the whole experience. But honestly, you don’t need anything else.”

“How about an explanation?”

“That’s fair. I tend to […]

A Season at Shea

“I guess it looks as if you’re reorganizing your records. What is this though? Chronological?”

“No…”

“Not alphabetical…”

“Nope…”

“What?”

“Autobiographical.”

“No fucking way.”

—Dick, amazed by Rob, in High Fidelity

For my 46th birthday today, which coincides with the end of the final calendar year in which baseball was played at Shea Stadium, I am giving myself the gift of one more […]

Tying Together the Tales

Though the theme was clear enough, this year’s Flashback Friday execution was, by design, something of a scattershot affair. My assignment was to delve into The Log, the Steno Notebook in which I wrote down the result of every game I ever attended at Shea Stadium. I would glance through it, see what captured my […]