What's in a name? Part 2

Just a quick post for the heck of it. Last night I was sitting at Biff's, enjoying a well-deserved brew with my team after our come from behind victory. We decided everyone needed nicknames, and came up with some solid ones. I'm still "Little B" (or LB, or something along those lines), but we christened the rest of the team with names like Doc, Chief, Stacks, Abacus, The Firm, Ball, Chain, Slut aka Nun aka Cloister, The Assassin, and Midnight Cowboy (or Tex or something). What an awesome team.

Anyway, I happen to be going to the Twins game on Friday and I just now checked out the scheduled pitching matchup. Pitching for Arizona: Randy Johnson. Also known as: "The Big Unit."

I'm pretty stoked. I've always been a fan of Randy Johnson. Here's why he rules:

He's like 9 feet tall, has a mullet and is ugly as sin.

He once threw a fastball that hit a bird flying by and the bird exploded. Not that killing birds is cool or anything, but Holy Crap! It exploded!

185 beaned batters in his career.

And ... he's The Big Unit! How could you NOT have a good time cheering/heckling this guy?