Dear Ryan Theriot,

First of all, let me say that I think it’s very cute that you’re in the Major Leagues. Watching you scuttle around out there reminds me of the glory days of watching Will Perdue play basketball. I wasn’t quite sure how or why he was out there, but I rooted for him because I was pretty sure I could beat him in a game of one-on-one. Similarly, I’m amazed that you’re a Major League shortstop. Good for you, champ. But I have one request.

Please stop being dumb.

I’ll be the first to admit that your current .458 average makes me want to love you. Your .533 OBP so far this season is terrific. Heck, thanks to your spectacular BA, you’re even slugging .583 so far, even though you only have three extra-base hits. And all of those extra-base hits are doubles. And probably two of them are “hustle doubles.”

I’m just a little concerned that you’re moving your lips as you’re reading this.

I like the way you always try your hardest, and if there were a Participation Trophy in Major League Baseball, you would be the National League winner every single year. You are the king of “Sportsmanship.” The champion of “Most Improved.” The lord of “Punctuality.”

But I suspect that at one point you have attempted to shove all of those trophies up your nose.

I’m not mad about the fact that you threw to home plate last Friday against the Brewers. Some people agree with you that using your noodle arm to set up a nearly-impossible tag play at home plate was your only chance to send the game into extra innings. I am not one of those people, but I hope I foster and celebrate differences of opinion.

By the way, celebrations are what you have on big-boy occasions like birthdays. Sometimes they even have ponies and clowns there.

Like I said, I’m not mad at you. I just want you to be the best baseball player that can fit into an extra-small baseball uniform. I want you to know the game situations. If you’re straight-stealing a base, I want you to avoid the temptation of staring in at the batter halfway to second base. I don’t want you to get thrown out at third base. Ever. For any reason.

Third base is the base that’s one more than second base, by the way.

I want you to avoid throwing the ball over Derrek Lee’s head like you did on Friday against the Brewers, giving them their first run and causing Rich Harden to throw extra pitches. I don’t think that’s a difficult request. Derrek is twice as tall as you are, and you have to crow-hop to avoid skipping the ball to him.

Yes, skipping like when your dad takes you fishing and you skip stones across the pond.

I wish you wouldn’t do things like call off Alfonso Soriano on a fly ball hit between the two of you in that same game. Quite frankly, you had no chance of making that play, and your call caused Soriano to pull up on the ball.

Although I was impressed that you and Soriano have bridged the Spanish-Cajun language gap.

Finally, I don’t want to suggest that you were at blame instead of Mike Fontenot when someone missed a call in the top of the fourth inning on Friday. Fontenot was caught “stealing” second while you were at the plate, not swinging the bat. I’m sure it’s quite possible that Lou Piniella had Fontenot straight stealing second on a 1-0 fastball count with the team down 2-0 and a “slap-the-ball-through-the-right-side-of-the-infield” hitter like yourself at the plate. Fontenot does, after all, have seven stolen bases in his career. So maybe it was Fontenot that missed the sign, and maybe he is the one to blame for the foul-up.

Maybe. But I wonder… Is that a trophy sticking out of your nose?

Sincerely,
Bad Kermit