Ok, we're 16 games in. It's still early, but not so early that a sub-.200 batting average doesn't look really fugly. The following Mets are commanded to get above the Mendoza line forthwith. Ike Davis. You are hitting .136. This is bad, Isaac, but it's nothing that a 5-5 day can't fix. Hits in your next five at-bats will get you up to .203. That's the stuff. Scott Hairston. Batting .160 over there, Scott. That's a sick-looking puppy of a batting average. Two hits, brother. That's all I'm asking. Two hits and you're hitting .222 and while it won't get you into the Hall of Fame, we'll be talking about a new, more respectable you. Mike Nickeas. Stop looking around as if you're otherwise engaged. I see you there. And I see here that you're hitting .071. Come the fuck on. That's just awful. Three straight hits, Mike. Then you're hitting a backup-catcherly .235 and we're all celebrating Michaelmas. You can do it. I know you can. Do you? Jordany Valdespin. Congratulations on the worst at-bat of the year. Get me a hit today and we'll not speak of it again. Andres Torres. Being hurt doesn't exempt you. You're 0-3 and you'd better come off the DL hitting. We've got games to win and we've got a fine offense to do it with. But I need you off the interstate at the ballpark.