Unoriginal Announcers

Now I'm not saying everybody has to be Chris Berman, but can these homer announcers please try a little harder in coming up with nicknames for their team's players? I was watching an NFL Network Replay of the Packers game, and according to the Packer's commentator, Aaron Rodgers' nickname is, you guessed it, A-Rod. There's already at least 2 A-Rods of notoriety in sports. There was even a Sportscenter promo making fun of the phenomenon. Aaron Rodgers showed up too late to the party. Would've been cute 8 years ago. Now, it's lazy and repetitive.

On a related note, how come some of these athletes keep the nicknames their grandparents gave them when they were 5? Pacman Jones is Pacman because he was a chubby kid who ate a lot. That should've probably stopped some time after the 8th grade. It took him getting kicked out of the league for shooting people at strip clubs to finally go by "Adam."

What's your name?
Nitro.
That a nickname or somethin?
No, but I'm workin on one. What do you think of this? Mike. ??

DARRYL. DARRYL. DARRYL. And Procrastination.

In honor of going to my first Mets game since before the Expos were the Nationals tomorrow, I'm sitting here on a rainy Friday night, watching a Mets Classic from May 7, 1991 when Darryl Strawberry made his unceremonious return to Shea as a Los Angeles Dodger.

Maybe its because I was young, but I never realized how scrawny looking Straw was when he was playing. Or, it could've been the tight baseball pants. Thanks to Manny Ramirez, most pros have adopted a relatively looser cut. I'm sure their wives and children are grateful.

Side note: Tim Belcher was a hell of a pitcher in his day. 1.67 ERA. Devastating. Even if its only May.

I have to read some crap articles about the revisionist history of Sovietology...not why I applied to grad school, so I'm procrastinating again. It would appear I get my blog ideas whilst avoiding doing homework. This is my last class, and I'm really glad. It's not that I don't enjoy the classes, but some of these readings we have are atrocious. That, and on more occasions than I'd probably wish to admit to, I feel like I'm the kid in the class that they let in as part of some moron outreach program for the mentally under-developed. But, I've managed to shame my way into a 3.3 GPA, which I guess counts for something.

Hope this gourmet book club pays off in some capacity down the line. That's all for now. Oh, and I bought NHL 2k9 as another excuse to not do my reading.

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