The chair recognizes the delegate from Manaea.
Mister Secretary! The great state of Manaea wishes to cast all seven-plus of its innings, including the first five-and-two-thirds that were absolutely PERFECT, for the team that allows its starting pitcher to consistently go at least seven innings when able, the team we will strive like HECK to bring to October, the Metropolitan Baseball Club of New York!
The chair recognizes the delegate from Lindor.
Mister Secretary and all our good friends in the stadium, aloha from shortstop! Lindor provides the constant of every season, holding down the space between second base and third base EVERY… SINGLE… DAY! And Mister Secretary, Lindor stands not only out in the field but tall and proud at the plate, again clearing a fence and providing the first lead of an afternoon game when runs are precious. Mister Secretary, the commonwealth of Lindor casts every ounce of its ability and all of its votes for the next Wild Card team from the National League, the New York Mets!
The chair recognizes the delegate from Vientos.
Mister Secretary, greetings from Vientos, where third base transforms from a traditional franchise trouble spot to an asset for the future. Mister Secretary, Vientos, with untold power and unlimited potential, casts its votes for making sure the Atlanta Braves have a comfortable seat in the postseason to watch the derring-do of the NEXT team to make a SUBSTANTIAL move in the playoff race, New York’s Amazin’, Amazin’, AMAZIN’ METS!
The chair recognizes the delegate from Butto.
Mister Secretary, Butto is proud to be part of America’s Undiscovered Gem, the bullpen, where when we can’t hold leads, we at least keep games close. Please come visit us to enjoy our natural attributes of excitement, uncertainty and, ultimately, a tight ballgame. Mister Secretary, Butto, where our motto “It’s Not Whether You Start, It’s That You Help Get Us To The Finish” is a way of life, is THRILLED to cast all its votes for a victory for ALL of the New York Mets!
[1]Casting a vote for another exciting Met win.
The chair recognizes the delegate from Iglesias.
Mister Secretary, Iglesias wishes this convention a melodic afternoon and a soundtrack intended to score a winning score! Mister Secretary, Iglesias is always fielding, always hitting, always hustling, and always giving a spiritual lift to those whose cause we share. Mister Secretary, Iglesias casts every “O!”; every “M!’” and every “G!” for the team that, like its 1969 predecessors, taps its toes in the face of Baltimore foes, the New York Mets!
The chair recognizes the delegate from Diaz.
Mister Secretary, Diaz again rides to the fore of battle at the sound of trumpets. Diaz, the “last” state in the union, is ready to present a “final” line of defense against all interlopers, foreign and domestic, as it has since Two-Thousand and Nineteen. Diaz, where we make ourselves available for EVERY ninth inning and sometimes the EIGHTH, casts each of its innings not for personal glory, but for the good of the team. Mister Secretary, Diaz says LET’S GO METS and requests its votes be recorded accordingly.
The chair recognizes the delegate from Winker.
Mister Secretary, no delegation at this convention is more enthusiastic to have a presence here, no delegation is happier to come off the bench when needed, and no delegation has waited longer to have these words said on its behalf: IT’S OUTTA HERE! Mister Secretary, the great state of Winker not only casts a pinch-hit walkoff home run [2] to defeat the Baltimore Orioles, four to three, but casts aside its batting helmet and inhibitions in quest of the most memorable trip around the bases Winker has ever known! Mister Secretary, Winker votes for a Mets win today, Wednesday, and hopes it will be the first of many in the nights ahead.
The chair offers a resolution to make Met victory a recurring event, not necessarily as dramatic and tense on a daily basis, but just as satisfying on the eve of yet another daunting road trip. Will all in favor signal their agreement by saying “aye”?
The ayes have it.