Brady,

Do you mind if I call you Brady? Fine then, Mr Clark. We Met fans enjoy guys who will work extra hard, put in that extra hustle. You know, the little things it takes sometimes to make that last roster spot. The fielding and speed of Endy. The willingness to play every single position spot like Chris Woodward. The pinch hitting prowless of a Marlon Anderson. Ancient long forgotten knowledge like Julio Franco. That is how to get a bench position. Maybe you haven’t shown the improvements and maturity of Angel Pagan, but run out those infield grounders and hustle to make those plays in the outfield, even if it seems hopeless. Because when you do, people will say, ‘hey, that Brady Clark has some drive. Maybe we should give him a shot in the show.”

Now there are also some wrong ways to make the roster. Like stabbing a starter with shards from a broken bat. Now, New Yorkers often enjoy a good stabbing, and we appreciate people who try unique methods, think outside the box. But we need the big man for the long run, so perhaps your unorthodox methods could use some refining. Focus on ways that don’t involve possible permanent damage to guys who make more than a million a season (not that I’m recommending using your bats of rage on lesser paid players either). Besides, based on history, most of these guys will find ways to hurt themselves on their own. Outfield collisions. Taxi rides. Hard hit foul tips. Hit and runs involving runaway field tarps. Anvils dropped by coyotes. Sometimes patience and being healthy will earn you that spot quicker than being talented. Just ask Dave Newhan.

So please, at the least use your bat themed shank on our friends down the Turnpike, not on our own.

Thanks

Your Friends at the Hot Foot.