Baseball Nicknames Needed; Good Ones Are a Dying Breed
Gone are the days of the Splendid Splinter, the Yankee Clipper, the Sultan of Swat – the nicknames that made baseball’s luminaries sound so regal, so untouchable.
So heroic. Today we have the Pronk. He sounds nothing like a superhero. He is a breakfast cereal or a car part or a disease.