I've been traded off, written off, jerked off, carried off, tossed off, knocked off, dropped off, and felled by a nasty cough. I've had my moments, but never put together a full quality season. But now that my buddy Plawecki has caught up to me, we both spent the butt end of the season hitting everything in sight. Maybe that was feasting on September pitching, or maybe it was something more. I'm a young vet now, and I'm looking as always to establish myself as a staff-carrying big league catcher. You laugh, but I've been through a lot. And maybe I'd sock 'em out like Gary Sanchez if I played in a Little League Park like him. You think about that, wise guy? What do you think about? More importantly, what do you think about me? About my 2018? I want to know. [fimg=380]http://www.newyorkmetsreport.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/03/Travis_d_Arnaud_1280_hruxg3f2_abqpl9cz.jpg[/fimg] [fimg=320]http://a.espncdn.com/photo/2016/0517/r84058_600x400_3-2.jpg[/fimg] [fimg=300]http://assets.nydailynews.com/polopoly_fs/1.1810999.1401426419!/img/httpImage/image.jpg_gen/derivatives/article_970/minsider30s-1-web.jpg[/fimg] [fimg=400]http://a.espncdn.com/photo/2014/0607/ny_u_trav_cr_576x324.jpg[/fimg] It ain't all been about fractures and muscle tears, man. In between those (and, admittedly, a few prolonged slumps) I've played a little ball. U4e0bK6N_fI