Go Slugs!

The only year I played football, I was a Chantacleer . . . which, if you are unfamiliar, is a rooster.
 
We were the fighting cocks.

I'll take the bait. The Steelers were not only named because of the steel industry that Mr. Carnegie built, but that once, long ago, the Black & Gold were called the Pirates. That's right, the football team and the baseball team shared the same name.

Now the baseball Pirates (now officially the worst team in pro-sports after that dreadful but inevitable loss to the Chicago Cubs the other day) gave themselves that nautical nickname because when they were first formed, they team was called the Pittsburgh Alleghenies (so named for our mountains) and the owners "pirated" away star playes from other teams, most notably, the Philadelphia Atheltics. Well, Philly complained that the Alleghenies were using "piratical tactics." The Alleghenies, wishing to make sport of the unfounded and unproven accusation, (this was a steroid-free gentleman's sport at the time), renamed themselves the Pirates. All this took place in 1891, but it was'nt until 1912 that the name appeared on the uniforms.

What does all this have to do with the Steelers? Well, when the team first formed in 1933, they played at Forbes Field, home to the Pittsburgh Pirates. In reference to the owners of their field, they called themselves the Pirates. By 1940, the team had changed it's name to the Steelers, in an homage to both it's "piratical" roots and to the steel itself, as Pittsburgh made almost all the world's steel at this point.

Nicknames can have many different meanings and as a result, different contexts. Take for example sexual innuendo; if a team mascot could be "something else" and there is enough adolscent humor in the fan base, teams like the Trojans, Beavers, or even Horned Frogs, will sell lots of merchandise and lots of tickets, regardless of whether they are doing well or not.
Some teams are just cursed with a bad name. The Nebraska Cornhuskers comes to mind as does the Magic, the Stars, the Ducks, and the Crimson Tide.
What's in a name? Well, is it wiser to tangle with a Spartan, a Knight, a Warrior, a Pirate, a Viking, or an Indian? Why are there no Ninjas? And really, does a Wizard strike one as intimidating? And should I seriously be afraid of the Heat? Other than dehydration, I don't see the imitimdation here. Same goes for the Wild.
Now some teams, I do fear. I dunno about you, but I'm certainly not playing basketball with a Grizzly, hockey with a Coyote, football with a Panther (but I would with a Lion), and baseball with a Diamondback.
And don't get me started on MLS...
 
 

My favorite Celebrity Nickname is, "THE SINGIN' BRAKEMAN" ... who was the Original Jimmy Rogers (Not of 50's Rock n Roll Fame)(Haggard does him and his Music Best) ... and a close second is, "Box Car Willie" who is Lecil Travis Martin ... but I must at least give Honorable Mention to one of the greatest Character Actors of all time ... Louis Burton Lindley, better known as, SLIM PICKENS .......
 
 
MICHAEL:  I must tell you that ... I have a very hard time resisting Straight-Lines .......

New Yorkers are pretty straight forward when they name their teams.  The Brooklyn Cyclones (minor league baseball) refers to the ride at Coney Island where the ball field is located.  My favorite celebrity nickname is Sinatra' s,  The Chairman of the Board.
 
The most confusing celebrity nickname is The Great One.  It refers to comedian Jackie Gleason and Pope John Paul II.  That makes me think its a "one size fits most" nickname. 

ummmm.... I got nothin'. Making a cup of morning tea & wishing you all a wonderful day.

the arkansas razorbacks, texas longhorns, lsu tigers, florida gators, alabama roll tide, georgia bull dogs, and then politically correct came to town, and i need java joe.

  

Lansing Lugnuts

It has everything: A city in a state made famous for automobile manufacturing and who among us is without at least one bloody-knuckled, curse filled reference to those always over-tightened nasty little steel acorns that have never needed to be dealt with unless we were dressed in our best, late and it was raining.

For every one that ever came loose, hundreds of thousands of men have needed first aid, tens of thousands have wrecked their backs, four have been found slumped over the lug wrench dead and one has tried to drive away with the wrench stuck in place.

You can look it up.

Back in college we were the 'mighty, mighty Bearcats'... I never knew what a 'bearcat' was, but fortunately St. Vincent gave me a great education (including the idea of 'researching'!!!).  So.... it turns out that a bearcat is "a species of the family Viverridae, which includes the civets and genets.... Its natural habitat is in trees of forest canopy in rainforest... It is nocturnal and sleeps on branches. It eats primarily fruit, but also has been known to eat eggs, shoots, leaves, and small animals, such as rodents or birds. ... When cornered, the Binturong can be vicious. The Binturong can make chuckling sounds when it seems to be happy and utter a high-pitched wail if annoyed. ... The Bearcat climbs trees and leaps from branch to branch, using its tail and claws to cling while searching for food. It can rotate its hind legs backwards so that its claws still have a grip when climbing down a tree head first. The Binturong also uses its tail to communicate, through the scent gland located under it. The scent of Binturong musk is often compared to that of warm buttered popcorn."  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Binturong ...... NOW, who is the idiot who decided that we should bear (snicker) this moniker.... The firing squad is waiting!

Oh jeez, the awful, stupid jokes and slogans we must put up with because our local team is the Gamecocks.  Or, as we like to call them, the Lamecocks. 
 
Yeah, we see perfectly attractive girls walking around in t-shirts that proclaim, "You can't lick our cocks."  Or in those newly-faddish shorts with something written across that back.."Cocks" or "USC."   I've spent the past six or seven years trying to indoctrinate my daughter into thinking that this is tacky and unacceptable. Time will tell if I was successful.
 
We had a minor league baseball team associated with the Mets called, uh, the Mets until someone finally got the great marketing idea of renaming the team to be more descriptive of the area.  So, they became the Bombers since lots of pilots were trained in Columbia during WWII. 
 
The Nads and the Lugnuts are teams I could definitely cheer for...are t-shirts available?

Just read the last of yesterday's posts. 
 
Stoney - I hope your wife is feeling better.  Tuna casserole...now that's a woman after my own heart.  My mate won't eat it so I have to live vicariously through others.
 
When I was 17 and had my wisdom teeth out, I spent the entire weekend on the sofa doped up with pain killers.  Don't remember a thing of it.  My mother said it was the most peaceful, lovely weekend she'd had in over ten years - I'm the youngest of 4 sp she hadn't had peace in years.....

Good  morning  to  all,  I  can  see  that  once  we  go  to  a  topic  that  includes  playful sexual  innuendo  the  true  talents  of  the  members  of  The  Eye  come  to  the  surface.   Today  is  going  to  be  fun.

  

Shandonista,

She's doing great and looking pretty throughout. Thanks.

Geez, I thought that you were kidding about this:

There's a subversive quality to some nicknames. The Rhode Island School of Design gave us the Nads, and, just guessing here, the chant, "Go, Nads, Go."

From ESPN

 

Nads are what you must have to wear the RISD garb....
 
www.risdstore.com/SearchResult.aspx?CategoryID=55
 
 

My high school's football team, the Granby Comets would play their arch rivals, the Maury Commodores yearly for the big game. The other high schools in my town had the Pilots, the Bookers and the Titans.

My college mascot...the Monarchs.( a "Big Blue" lion)

At a neighboring college, William and Mary, quite a stink has been stirred over their Mascot. They were "the Indians" now are "the Tribe". The NCAA forced the school to drop the two green and gold feathers from their logo.

Doc  Nolan:  I  am  sure  you  are  aware  that  the  University  of  Cincinnati  shares  the  same  nickname  as  your  alma  mater,  "bearcats."   Everybody  calls  the  cheerleaders  and  women  team  members  "bear kittens."   I  like  Musketeers,   but  then  again  I  have  their  battle  flag  flying  in  front  of  my  home.
 
Vanderbuilt  refers  to  teams  as  "The  Commodores."   For  the  longest  time,  I  was  certain  that  they  pirated  the  handle  from  a  50's - 60's  do -wop  group.   Then  when  I  figured  out  that  they  were  an  elite  institution  {except  for  sports}  I  decided  that  it  refers  to  the  fact  that  several  of  their  students  are  children  of  admirals......
 
Political  correctness?  Miami,  Ohio  {Ohio's  best  state  school,  like  a  smaller  Northwestern,  jmo}  used  to  be  the  "Redskins."   Now  they  are  called  "Red  Hawks."   One  car  in  the  parking  lot  adjacent  to  my  office  proclaims  "Redskins  forever.....deal  with  it!"  

HELLS ANGELS!  This name doesn't meet the second criteria of the two rules, but I'm afraid to criticize it because they ain't no angels really!

bounty hunter, some of them are angels.  perfect name it seems.

Vanderbilt was originally endowed by Commodore Cornelius Vanderbilt, ergo, the University name and its nickname.  As a cradle Commodore fan, I still cringe to see those boys get killed in the SEC most weeks.  Perhaps, if they had had a more aggressive nickname (and lowered the academic requirements), they might have been able to recruit bigger, meaner guys.
 
My son played for the Washington & Lee Generals, a Division III team.  Their football games harkened back to the early days, when some guys played both ways.  What fun to watch and fun to cheer for.
 
Finally, my Titans will play the Steelers tonight.  Most of the sports pundits are picking the Steelers, but we are "the Titans, the mighty, might Titans," and you just never know...

Bounty  Hunter:   Consider  "Sons  of  Anarchy."   As  I  am  sure  you  know,  this  is  season  #2  of  the  production,  but  the  use  of  the  name  is  safe  since  the  club  is  fictional.

ramdoride:  I really, really want to know what it means when "some guys played both ways." 
 
I'm sure everyone here understands this but me, but hey, jes' sayin'.

   
 
 
 
 
Shandonista and randomride...playin both ways...is that like playing for both teams?
 
 
 
My nickname was "Hurricane" when I worked for the State .....my old boss gave that to me.
 
Current nickname....Janee'....

Bert:  Having several acquaintances in the Hells Angels, I can tell you that the Sons of Anarchy truly is fictional.  The members of the Sons of Anarchy are waaayyy too nice to be members of the 81 club.

Shandonista:  "Play both ways" means to play both on the offensive team and the defensive team, which means playing virtually the whole game without rest.  My step son plays both ways on his high school football team, playing a running back on offense and a corner back on defense.  He's also the team kicker.

Texas Longhorns:  seems ok, but the mascot is a steer!   The outstanding trait of a steer is the loss of his "bullhood", i.e. his testicles.   This is so he won't be bothering the cows (or the other bulls or steers, either).  Well, I guess it allows him to concentrate on his game.  Then  there's the "Lady Longhorns"?  A "Lady Steer": not that one stumps me.

I hated my nicknames as a child.  I had many.
 
My father's name is Morten, shortened to Mort.  His parents were cruel.  He was well known around the first town we lived (Math teacher and village council member), and I became known as "Little Mort" pretty much from the cradle.  The only thing being, I don't recall anyone ever calling me that before school. 
 
When school started, it was discovered that I could not run fast, mostly because I didn't give a damn.  Nebraska being what it is, in small towns sports are King.  I didn't really like sports, and I became "Mort the Tort(ise)" because of my slow run.  By 3rd grade, this had been reduced to "Tort", and never in a friendly manner. 
 
At about 4th grade, I started taking Tae Kwon Do lessons, partially because of the "Karate Kid" craze of the time.  Although I never once did anything remotely martial-artisty in front of my classmates, I became "Chopp-ay" as in Karate Chop, usually accompanied by an exagerated slicing motion of the hand.  Still not in a friendly manner.
 
After 6th grade, I grew my hair out of the buzz-cut that had been my elementary school signature.  I bought a comb and some hairspray and helmeted my cowlicks down.  I thus became "Toupee" because my classmates like to pretend I was wearing a wig, since my hair simply couldn't have grown out an inch over the summer.  This caused a general contest to see who could pull my hair to get the "wig" to move.  Which led to me learning that I was stronger than most of the other boys, and knew how to punch. 
 
After 8th grade, my family moved to a different town.  And I became "Mike", and for the first time ever, I was consistantly called by my own name by my classmates.  That was also the year I became a "Fighting Cock" as I mentioned earlier, until a knee injury made me realize that playing football was quite possibly the stupidest thing I could be doing. 
 
The name calling doesn't seem like much now.  But at the time, it felt like a constant battle to establish my own identity instead of having one assigned to me.  Getting someone to call me "Mike" was a triumphant day for me.
 
And really, if they wanted to give someone guff about their hair, why did they let the 3 guys who got perms slip under the radar?

And for those who don't know, "Playing both ways" means it is a small school and many players have to play both offense and defence.  But it could be worse.  When my sister was in Jr. High, there were only 6 boys in the two classes (7th and 8th) so they played 6 man flag football.  Fast paced, painful, and if someone got injured, they played 5 against 6.

 
 
 
 
residents of Cape Charles are known as 'Hardheads'...another name for croakers.

Around here, we called "playing both ways" Ironman Football.
If there was only one guy who could throw in a pickup gane, he was the Permanent Quarterback and played for both offenses.
 
Michael~ Thanks for sharing. I had a few chuckles reading through as my experiences were very similar yours. But I guess a lot of us born in 1979 did.
 

D-Zev: 1978, young-un!

MICHAEL:  What  an  outstanding  set  of  posts!    How  some  of  us  survive  the  well-intentioned  but  nevertheless  incompetent  {from  a  psychological  standpoint}  "parenting"  our  folks  imposed  upon  us  is  a  small  miracle.  You  really  have  come  out  of  your  shell  today,  young  man  {groan!!!}.  You  have  a  very  appealing  writing  style,   articulate  and  focused,   but  not   peppered  with  episodic  rage.    Would  it  be  asking  too  much  to  get  from  you  a  non-binding  commitment  from  you  to  share  more  of  your  talent  with  us?  

MICHAEL:  What  an  outstanding  set  of  posts!    How  some  of  us  survive  the  well-intentioned  but  nevertheless  incompetent  {from  a  psychological  standpoint}  "parenting"  our  folks  imposed  upon  us  is  a  small  miracle.  You  really  have  come  out  of  your  shell  today,  young  man  {groan!!!}.  You  have  a  very  appealing  writing  style,   articulate  and  focused,   but  not   peppered  with  episodic  rage.    Would  it  be  asking  too  much  to  get  from  you  a  non-binding  commitment  from  you  to  share  more  of  your  talent  with  us?  

MICHAEL:  What  an  outstanding  set  of  posts!    How  some  of  us  survive  the  well-intentioned  but  nevertheless  incompetent  {from  a  psychological  standpoint}  "parenting"  our  folks  imposed  upon  us  is  a  small  miracle.  You  really  have  come  out  of  your  shell  today,  young  man  {groan!!!}.  You  have  a  very  appealing  writing  style,   articulate  and  focused,   but  not   peppered  with  episodic  rage.    Would  it  be  asking  too  much  to  get  from  you  a  non-binding  commitment  from  you  to  share  more  of  your  talent  with  us?  

.....I  have  no  idea  what  happened  to  my  laptop.  Up  late,  discussing  the  impact  of  the  president's  address,  somebody  spilled   their  expresso  on  the  keyboard.  Or  maybe  I  just  hit  the   "send"  button  3  times,  since  some  sort  of  infection  has  slowed  down  my  transmission  speed....sorry,  friends.

i'd like to revise the photograph for today.............that's disgusting...a photo of a shotgun slug or anything.....jmo

Thanks for defining 'play both ways' for me. 
 
Michael - thanks for sharing with us.  Even though it may not seem like much now, it was very important then and now, and though I don't know exactly how you felt, I know that many of us have felt the sting of classmate's jest.  For me, it was a little of the name-calling and teasing about my 'Yankee' accent.  That was easy enough to deal with - back then you could punch a kid without being turned in and expelled.
 
Worse was what girls did.  More than once, girls (friends, no less) fabricated elaborate ruses in order to make me think I had a secret admirer.  I don't know exactly why I didn't fall for these plots completely, but I didn't and they stopped trying to make a fool of me.  These experiences are probably why I detest most practical jokes.
 
It's a bit of a conundrum that I still want to trust people and yet most folks would say I'm a bit cynical at the same time.  Maybe it's just realism...
 

Miss Blue ~ THANK YOU you have actually answered a? I had last nite about the WM & Mary college ~ Jansport has a printing plant in the Appleton area & they also have a store where they sell the misprints or mis labeled college clothing & of course their backbacks at reduced prices. I was there last nite & there was a whole rack of WM & Mary Hooded Sweatshirts with the nice embroidred WM&M Logo on them. For the life of me I could not figure out what the msiprint was, now I know it had the feathers on it...To bad they didn't have any in my size they were only $10.
 
My H.S. Mascot was the Red Raider, the state of WI has been going after schools for over 15 years that have "offensive" team names high schools, colleges, private schools It Doesn't matter ~ PUlaski has been on the lsit every year & every year the school board has to say NO we're not a Native American Team ~ The logo is actualy the ND Irish guy done in red & black as the twn is named after Casmir Pulaski form the Revolutionary war, not the Native Americans who may have lived here. One would think that the state would keep notes about it & stop bother them about it. I mean really it's only offensive if you're a ND fan.. The H.S. school a few miles away switched from the Indians to the Thunder..They have a lighting bolt on their uniforms.. Still not sure how that makes them the Thunder?...        
 
Marquette University in Milwaukee went from the Golden Warriors to the Golden something or other that was so AWFUL I can't remember (Stoney do you remember?) To having another vote on the name & settling on the Golden Eagles ~ the funny part is that the write ins for Golden Warriors actually won the vote... But the State Assembly wouldn't allow them to go back to the "offensive" name. 
 
I went to school with a lot of kids where were part of the Oneida Tribe & they really liked their heritage & native names & actually msot of them did not have a problem with Warriors or RedSkins as they felt their traditions & culture were finally being honored by the white men.
 
I was always a fan of Klinger from M*A*S*H's team "The Toledo Mudhens"... Still would like a hat or T-shirt with that logo.. or maybe even that logo on the backside of of a pair of pants...      
 
 

rings ~ ask and ye shall receive:
http://toledomudhens.stores.yahoo.net/
 

ARRRGH!!! The new J.P. catalogue has a tweed suit that I want!  But not in my size.  Or the Herringbone blazer!
 
I will console myself that I can't afford them anyway.

Rings90:   Went  to  a  trial  techniques  seminar  for  criminal  defense  lawyers  and  housed  at  William  &  Mary.   Fell  in  love  with  the  campus.  And  the  local  hotel  had  the  atmosphere  of  a  New  England  bed  &  breakfast, except  all  the  modern  stuff  (high  speed  internet  hotspot,  etc.).  I  was  married  at  the  time,  and  he  quaint  litle  town  had  historical  reenactment  stuff,  quality  shops,  really  nice  restaurants.  I  really  really  hated  to  leave.   Nice  student  contingent  as  well,  and  they  sometimes  sat  in  on  some  of  the  simulated  cross-examination  presentations,  just  because  they  had  intellectual  curiosity.  A  great  3  days  was  had  by  all.

I was never much for sport, but there is an interesting story back in my hometown about the teams at two of the high schools, and the fierce rivalry between them. My high school was built in 1909 as Missoula County High School. The colors were purple and gold, and our team name was the Spartans. In 1954, the district built a new high school closer to its main building. All of the trophies were stored there, it inherited the purple and gold, and the name. It was called Sentinel High School, after the mountain of the same name that rises over Missoula. The high school I went to was named Hellgate. No, not "Hillgate". You read it right the first time. This name rises out of an unfortunate nickname the early French traders developed for the nearby canyon between Mount Sentinel and another peak. Apparently, a party of Frenchmen were slaughtered as they camped in the valley by local Native Americans who had come down both sides of the canyon, hence the name Hell's Gate Canyon. Because of my school's proximity to the canyon, it shared the name. Now, you would think, with a name like "Hellgate", we would have been the Demons, or the Devils. This was the 1950's. We became the Knights, with a serious chip on our shoulder against the Spartans, who had, in effect, stolen our identity.

PARK4, WHAT DO YOU THINK?
 
I can't think because I can't stop laughing at Michael the Chanticleer. !!!
 
 
 
I can just see it:  the QB passes, yells out "What HO!" to his receiver who catches the football and takes off for the end zone toute suite, while the other team crys out helplessly: "Whither he goest?" or whatEVER................
 
OH Michael!
 
(C'mere and have a drink out of the garden hose, I'll hold, wink-wink)
 
 
 
 
 

Michael, I finally got past Chanticleer to read your second post.  It took me a long time to stop laughing.
 
You're at the top of your game today, Mister.
 
 
ps:  Are you sure "playing both ways" means what you say it does?  Are you in collusion with Daniel Zev? 
 
Ha.
Ha.
 
Ha.

Bert?
 
Are you suffering from soggy keyboard?
 
I don't think that's why the post showed 3 times, but I hope you dry it out good.  I had a major keyboard breakdown last month from Ovaltine spillage and I had to get a new one (keyboard) installed.
 
The fellow said to dry it in your over -- yes, he did, your over at very lowest temperature.  We paid for this advice, and we didn't do it, so I'm just saying, dry dry dry. 
 
The speech event was upsetting, I can see why you overyturned something. 

dry it in your OVEN, not over.  But I wouldn't do either.

overturned, not overyturned.
 
I'm off to the lake for a bit, my hands aren't thinking straight.
 
 

Park4: I'd take a drink, if I didn't think you just wanted to see me in a wet t-shirt
 
*wink wink*

I'll always remember when the Cobden Appleknockers made it to the state finals in basketball........ everybody loved them..... 

http://www.amazingappleknockers.com/

  
Boys my age were: Champ; Butch; Curly; Snuff and Mokus and Mung, the twins.

When we got to school and it became clear that they were planning on calling us things like Walter, Leonard, Donald, Steven, William and... Myron, I tried to explain that it didn't seem very friendly and just wasn't going to work.

They told me that I would have to get used to it and I did.

Every time they said, "Myron," he got up and left. When they stationed people at all three doors, he left by a window.

Before he came back, a judge issued an order that he was willing to be called Mike and made the school system correct all of its documents.

I wish that we had all thought of that.
 

It was probably just the movie, which was ‘Bandits'. Perhaps it was the character Terry as played by Billy Bob Thornton. But when Terry abruptly wakes up while sleeping on the floor shouting "Beavers and Ducks", which is a reference to two arch-rival Oregon college football teams, the Oregon State University Beavers and the University of Oregon Ducks..... it just made me laugh and stuck with me.  

There's just no explanation for what goes on in my wee bit of a brain..... but sometimes its strangely scary in there.

I'm a wondering and a wondering and a wondering what "Peterman's" nickname and mascot would be...............?

You first, PeterLake.
 
You first.
 
I double dog dare you.

PARK4 - maybe later....... I've been kicked out of better joints than this for much less....

OH:  I forgot to add "my teams" to the mix, although they're not good at all compared to some others...c.h.a.n.t.i.c.l.e.e.r.
 
Okay, I'll leave Michael alone.  For a while.
 
We had the Broncos for the "boys" teams and the "Filly's" for the girls.  Then we move on to the GREAT CHIEF ILLINIWEK from the University of Illinois, he was the best of the best, and he is no longer, because certain native americans told certain non native american Illinois State senators that their feelings were hurt, that this Chief was performing on the football field at home games -- hello, Senator Paul Powell, what do you know about anything? -- and so a great tradition was brought down because of Damnable Politics.
 
But we're still the Illini.  The Fighting Illini.  Hail to the Orange, hail to the blue, hail alma mater, ever so true...

Yes, I understand PeterLake.  I do.
 
But when you're double dog dared I think bad things will happen unless you take the dare -- or find a second to do it.
 
I suggest finding a second.
 
Like...................for instance.

As in "A Christmas Story,' I'm going straight for the throat (with a slight breach of protocol) Peter Lake, I triple dog dare ya!
 
Aren't appleknockers what all the Hollywood actresses have now?

Peter  Lake:  I  remember  the  Cobden  Appleknockers.  The  nickname  was  because  the  young  men  in  the  tiny  Southern  Illinois  town  grew  so  tall  that  they  literally  coould   harvest  apples  from  the  tops  of  their  families'  trees  by  reaching  up  and  jumping  &  knocking   them  off.  Too  bad  they  lost  the  final  game.  It  was  like  the  movie  Hoosiers,  Cobden  only  had  a  tiny  number  of  students.
 
Park 4:  So  nice  of  you  to  show  up.  I  don't even  care  that  you  may  have  had  your  evening  cocktails  a  bit  early...lol

Triple-dog dared!!!!!! I can't walk away from that..., no sireeebob! 

Hows 'bout one of the following, and I am at the mercy of our gracious host' sense of humor (besides.... the customer is always right after all).......

the Peterman :

a) Wood Peckers,
b) Pecker Woods,
c) Peckers, or
d) Pecker Heads.

Now I'm just peckered out. If you don't see me after this, you know why. It's been a slice.

Peace out

Peter Lake - you never fail to delight!!!
 
I can just hear Forrest Tucker saying to Mame, "why you'd just love PeckerWood..."
 
 

Shandonista ~ If we choose Peckerwood does that mean on of use "regulars" will have to fall off a mountain cliff while taking a picture?...

  

The Peterman Pileateds?  Too esoteric.

Or perhaps in honor of the most famous pileated:

The Peterman Woodies.  Too un-esoteric.

This looks like a job for Willie.

That a way Stoney, pass it on to someone else. But Willie Trash sounds like a good pick.
 Are we absolutely certain that Our Host believes that the customer is always right? We might want to clear that up before taking any more stabs at the Team Moniker.
  

Oh Cripes. Oh bad on me. it's Willie TRASK, not trash... Our most esteemed person/villager, Mr. Willie TRASK. Willie I'm having a bad finger day, forgive me. Bert I'm not, I swear.  Not.

I think I would have to venture the name the Dallas Cowboys as being on par with the Pittsburgh Steelers. Cowboys are a native entity of the entire midwest, not just Dallas. Thee cowboy is so engrained in the culture of Big D that the term cowboy is synonymous with Texas as a whole, not just Dallas. But think of Dallas and what ddo you think of? Cowboys are known for being rough and rugged wranglers of that most American of livestock, beef cattle, even more specifically the Texas Longhorn (another quality sports team name!).  Onery and tenacious in their task, the cowboy takes on the whole herd and wrestles it to the goal of the market slaughterhouse. The American cattle industry would not be what it is today without the efforts of those brawny and rugged frontiersman of days past taming the animal for which their namesake derives and the wild frontier they made their living in.  As far as my own team nicknames, I was plagued with the worn out cliches of "The Eagles" in high school. However, my grade school mascot was "The Crusader" which was essentially a rather Catholic version of a Knight. It was creative enough for a grade school. My little league babseball team was "The Panthers". Definitely different but I would love to change the horrensous construction cone orange and white uniforms we wore. If we had blinking yellow lights on our hats, we could double as road work! The saving grace was 5 out of 6 years I played on that team we were undefeated. The feat was thanks to the coaching and mentoring of a very good man who selflessly volunteered his time, effort and even money to give a team of young souls some guidance and instruction in not just a game but in life as well. Later years of little league had me banished to the mediocrity of "The Tigers" even if it was an all-star league.  But by far, my favorite mascot was my college macot, "The Dragons"! Our mascot's costume was lame for a long time but what a name! All at once it symbolizes, power, strength, grace, poise but still is given to whimsical flights of fantasy. They project a serious matter all over the world but not serious enough to not be taken with some humor. Fun and furious, serious and silly, the Dragon is an excellent mascot for sports teams made up of grown men and women who are still playing a child's game for the sake of the game. Afterall how serious can one take a team of adults playing like children just for the larf? The Dragon is the serious adult competitor based in the fantastic game of a child's world. Yes, that is by far my favorite mascot!

Peterman's Poets

Peterman's Purple People Eaters

Peterman's Eyesters - too obvious methinks

Peterman's Eyeballs

Peterman's Eyelids

Peterman's Prosers

Petermans Ferocious Poodles

J.P.'s Jesters

Does it count that if I have nothing still I can claim a thin connection- i just got off the phone w/ my brother who is a Panthers maniac & he is draging our mom to a game Sunday. Ugghhh...
SHANDONISTA- I completely relate- I love, seriously love tuna casserole & my husband thinks it is disgusting. A friend at work begged me to NEVER bring it to school & heat it up in the wave for lunch- she said it made her gag. I never did it again. STONEY- I'm glad your wife is feeling better- what a wonderful husband you are- did you make the casserole she was craving? My husband has dental stuff tomorrow, so I am taking the day off to be w/ him. MICHAEL- having not been made fun of I can't imagine how cruel it must be to wake up knowing you will be tortured all day. Children can be very cruel.Some just grow into cruel adults- sadder still.
 
A tad jealous that you all have this little group of sports interested people- sorry to be totally off topic.
 

um, dragging has 2g's. duh.

Park4:   OK,  your  story  is  that  you  just  had  two  beers.  Now  please  keep  your  hands  where  the  nice  officer  can  see  them,   while  he  reads  you  your  rights...
 
Bebe:  Generally  I  couldn't  give  a  rat's  arse  about  professional  sports....perhaps  I  should  you  the  viewing  schedule  for  Public  Television,   we  can  be  nerds  together....

That's okay bebe.  I've used up my limit (typing) for the day.  More typos than good words.
 
Some days are like this.
 
Yep.
 
They are, indeed.
 
Here's to tomorrow...

Does  the  club  car  have  enough  seating  to  accommodate  all  of  us?   Preparation  for  tomorrow,  of  course,  certainly  not  a  fondness  for  a  nightcap...

Bert:  I didn't do it.  I'm no tippler, not me, although I do love that word, "tippler."  I tipple, you tipple, he she or it tipples.  Or something like that. I gave up morning and afternoon drinking many years ago, so no way were my typos due to tippling. Just in case though, I don't think I'll drive anywhere tonight.   j/k
 Well, bert, I think it's kick-off time, or just about anyhow:  Pittsburg Steelers vs Tennessee:  Are you ready for some football ??!! (Bert:  Maybe National Geographic's got something good on?)
  

BERT- I'll be over w/ roasted tomatoe toasts & cheez-its- & a box of burgundy.We'll watch MYSTERY!
PARK- thank you! 
Or BERT- we could continuously re -watch the moment after Wilson made his, "You lie!" comment & Nancy Pelosi's head swung around like Linda Blair's in THE EXORCIST. Whatever your political inclinations- it was priceless. It could also go on to have a second life as a warning video for young girls to age gracefully & NEVER use botox...

The Peterman Pleats

P4 & PL :  What about,  PETERMAN'S STIFFS !!!  OR  PETERMAN'S PUTZ' ... PETERMAN'S GUIDED MUSCLES ???  Or since he sells Nightwear and Hiking Togs, how about, PETERMAN'S PARAPETETIC SOMNAMBULISTS ??? Too long to fit on a Banner ??? Maybe so ...

Bert ~ i would ahve LOVED to have been included in that conversation last nite..

John-did you mean the Petermen?
 
You knew I'd say it, din'tcha?

The Peterman Iacs