You know who's hittin'? Mets number one draft picks are hittin'. Nimmo? Hittin'. Conforto? Blastin'. Cecchini? Whaling away. The exception is Dominic Smith. Last year, his lack of power development was disappointing. This year, well, disappointing would be an improvement. He's totally swinging a wet noodle! And he's presenting a vomitrocious .143 / .194 / .159 // .353 next to his face whenever somebody looks up at the St. Lucie scoreboard. So, three out of four ain't bad, right? Right? Well, one thing my Dad taught me is to buy low, and things are low for Dominic. He also taught me to keep and eye open for someone who needs a friend. Come over here and get a hug, Dom. And put down that stoopid-looking bat!