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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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Think Endy, Think Catch

The recent passings of Jim Beauchamp and Don Cardwell demonstrate the power of association by distillation. They both had long and distinguished careers in the Majors but it is the instinct of the fan to boil it all down remember them for the one or two things they did on your team.

Beauchamp? He good-naturedly gave […]

Best. Catch. And. Card. Ever.

I’m a little fuzzy on why more baseball cards don’t portray players executing their signature moments. I was extraordinarily delighted when Jason sent me Upper Deck No. 381 from its 2007 set last spring. If you’re gonna get an Endy Chavez, you might as well get the Endy Chavez. We have him, incidentally, for two more years. We […]

Filling In Nicely

Jim Beauchamp, wearing the number he was issued when 24suddenly needed to be ripped off his shirt, indeed did some fancy pinch-hitting as a 1973 National League Champion Met, landing on base at a .325 clip when called off the bench and into action by Yogi Berra. Ken Boswell lost his second base job to Felix […]

Elder Statesman Personified

In the 1968 yearbook, Don Cardwell doesn’t quite look like he’s thrilled to be here, but inside of two seasons, he had every reason in the world to be satisfied with what must have seemed like exile to baseball purgatory. Traded to the perennially lousy Mets before 1967, he earned the Opening Day start (kid named […]