Team Names

[noumpere]

When I was younger, we almost always went by the team name nads.

[WIUMP]

Growing up before the proliferation of travel ball and select teams, our municipal rec teams were always named after their sponsor. I remember playing for a carpet company, a funeral home, a dentist and my favorite; Ferch's Malt Shoppe.

I recently did a tournament game and had "6 Tool Baseball" for two games. Apparently, this team was counting their HC as the 6th "tool."

[Majordave]

Growing up before the proliferation of travel ball and select teams, our municipal rec teams were always named after their sponsor. I remember playing for a carpet company, a funeral home, a dentist and my favorite; Ferch's Malt Shoppe.

I recently did a tournament game and had "6 Tool Baseball" for two games. Apparently, this team was counting their HC as the 6th "tool."

I was lucky enough to grow up and play baseball for the "Maroons". Our rivals were the "Royal Blues, Navy Blues, Colonial Blues and the Yellows" in the IBM employees sons league. No girls allowed. I then played for the Orioles and our rivals were the "Chicks, Lookouts, Dugouts and Hawks". These were my pre-Little League teams. Then, the "highlight" of my playing days were the two years I spent playing for the, get this, "Confederates". With a, I SH*# you not 4"x6" rebel flag on the sleeve. Sponsored by American Legion Post 313. Coaches were a city bus driver, usually in uniform, and a city cop, again-usually in uniform- with a gun and radio. Nobody argued with our coaches.  We were NOT ethnically diverse. Uniforms were the baggy wooly flannel with tackle twill. I still have the jersey. Then I got traded to a "normal" named team the Indians. Same baggy style uniforms with the now politically incorrect smiling Indian head on the chest under the team name. ALL of my coaches on every team smoked. In the dugout! During games!  It's a wonder I'm still alive.

Also, The bus driver and the cop used to make us stay in box and take being hit by pitch with real baseballs they intentionally threw at us to toughen us up for games. 

Sorry for the way back. Matthew's post sparked my memory for some reason. I turn 53 tomorrow and I'm feeling nostalgic. Cannot believe I'm this damn old already. 

Edited June 24, 2015 by Majordave