The following are all beloved Mets backup catchers. As they are not particularly busy these days, I've asked them to step forward and describe themselves.
Please name them based on their descriptions. One guess per post, and no consecutive posts.
I have spoken to the ghost of Ron Hodges, and he assures me that, if you cheat by using the Internet, he will come to your home and do unspeakable things while you sleep — and you know he will, so don't.
Back when hazing rookies was a thing, my teammates made me dress up like Times Square's famed Naked Cowboy.
After an indifferent start to my career as a backup, I had a massive breakthrough in my fourth season. It earned me a big contract which turned into a real boondoggle when I quickly reverted to my humdrum part-time ways. But it made me a candidate to be traded for some other team's white elephant, and the white elephant I was traded for was Matt Harvey.
I was a decent enough hitter for a catcher, and I was athletic enough to play other positions. But I lost my thyroid gland due to illness, and the condition only occasionally allowed me to catch by the time I reached the Mets. I had two nephews who also were big-leaguers.
I was the son of a British 13-year professional footballer, and a rare-ish skill allowed me to be part of one of the bigger trades in Mets history.
A lot of backup catchers end up deployed as pitchers in blowouts, but we two count ourselves among the rare position players of any stripe to earn wins on the mound.
(See 5.)
I wore my name on both my back and my front.
That guy above sounds weird. I don't quite get that — but I, oddly enough, wore a flapless batting helmet forward while catching, with my mask fixed below the brim and the strap running over the brim.
I formed a fairytale battery when teamed with Fernando Nieve.
Greater Philly was producing a lot of Italian-American catchers when I was young. Unfortunately, most of us were more Joe DePastino than Mike Piazza, if you know what I mean. But I was as MEH-TUHL!! as Mike was, as my walkup song was "You've Got Another Thing Coming — which might have been more impressive if I didn't hit .171 / .266 / .232 // .498 a Met. I would go on to manage in the Mets minor-league system and was Jacob deGrom's first professional skipper.