It's April 22. Taxes have been paid, Easter has been celebrated, the Boston Marathon is underway and the firstbaseman has been traded. It is no longer just one of them things if your batting average starts with a one. It is indeed an embarrassment. Gentlemen, get off the interstate. Travis D'Arnaud, you are hitting the ball hard and trending in the right direction, but if you died tomorrow, would you really want to meet your maker with a .192 average? I tend to think you would not. Andrew Brown, you have turned the footnote of Colin Cowgill into a tradition --- the tradition of the fringey outfielder who gets a start on opening day, rewards his manager with a big homer, and then has disappeared before the calendar hits May. This is what a .185 average can do. Josh Satin, the team showed faith in you. FAITH! Non tendering Justin Turner? That's FAITH! Giving you first base against lefties? FAITH INDEED! Dealing off the big guy so you're the only guy standing between a Lucas Duda injury and oblivion? THAT'S A GEORGE MICHAEL DEGREE OF FAITH! But when you reward that with a .143 average? Faith will fail. Curtis Granderson, a .121 disaster of a season thus far has turned your rep from "character guy" to Jason Bay and Tom Glavine rolled into one. Both a failed free agent outlay and an embedded enemy. A .121 average is a palindrome of failure. Gentlemen, I don't need you to have career seasons. I need you to get off the interstate, and get off NOW!!!! It's just so unseemly to see those numbers beneath your face as you approach the plate. .192 .185 .143 .121 That is all.