The New York Mets are out in deep water, paddling toward the trade deadline in a leaky canoe patched together with duct tape, dreams, and the occasional Luis Torrens throw. Everyone’s eyeing a life raft: a center fielder here, a reliever there, maybe someone who can drive in a runner from second without requiring divine intervention. But what if the biggest fix isn’t floating out there at all? What if it’s already crouched behind the plate, flipping his bat like a flare gun?
Francisco Álvarez doesn’t need to be Mike Piazza, just a consistent offensive threat who helps this lineup breathe past the four-hole.