Dear Metstradamus,From what I read from you, you have little faith in me.
Well, did you hear them chanting my name today? "Ta-tis! Ta-tis!"
Heck, you were there Tuesday night. You were chanting with them in the bleachers. I heard you ... just like I heard you against the Dodgers when I helped win that game.
You may think I'm better coming off the bench with limited work. I can't blame you for that. And I can't blame you for thinking that a guy who practically hasn't been in the majors for four seasons before this season is going to have his magic carpet ride end sooner rather than later.
But I worked hard to come back to the majors. And I promise you that I appreciate every at-bat more than you'll ever know. Even the bad ones.
But I like the good ones more, like the one I hit off of Tony Romo to put us in front today. (Or was that Enrique Romo?)
I will be looking forward to you being back in the bleachers to root me on and partake in the revival of FernandoMania. Say it with me: "Ta-tis! Ta-tis! Ta-tis! Ta-tis! Ta-tis!"
Sincerely,
'Nando
