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News flash: it’s November already. But let’s not forget October. And since it may have felt like the month just flew by in a plaid and tweed and tuxedoed Halloween-y blur, we’d like to take a moment to remember some of the more handsome moments we shared. So we’re firing up the Kempt DeLorean and taking a quick drive down recent-memory lane in the latest edition of:
Hockey (or as they call it in Canada, hockey) is back.
Maybe you’ve noticed.
More than likely you haven’t.
So perhaps you could use a little refresher on what’s changed since the last time you caught a game.
It will be November by week’s end and that means one thing: a new crop of menswear magazines has just hit the shelves. And this month brings healthy doses of tweed, marled sweaters and general autumnal-ness. Not to mention some long-form pontification on the upcoming elections (from which we’ll spare you) and Mila Kunis in some very formfitting leather pants.
It’s getting hot, Dad is expecting something, and a new crop of men’s magazines has landed on our desks. And after thumbing through the glossy, slightly perfumed pages, we have a few thoughts.
Lawrence Berra was nicknamed “Yogi” by Bobby Hofman, who thought Berra resembled a Hindu yogi—solemnly seated with arms and legs crossed—after losing a game.
When Kansas City Athletics owner Charlie Finley saw Jim Hunter pitch for the first time in 1965, he knew he’d signed a legend. The only problem, according to Finley, was the name—“Jim Hunter” didn’t sell tickets. The next morning, Finley called Hunter into his office and informed him that his name was now “Catfish.” Jim was understandably confused, and while the conversation was not recorded, we’re almost positive his response was, “Um… why’s that?”
That’s because baseball players, like all professional athletes, are first and foremost entertainers—and entertainers aren’t named “Jim.” Unfortunately, guys like Charlie Finley are a bit of a dying breed. The perfect nickname used to be steeped in lore, metaphorically connected to athletic prowess, an inside-out joke that made children of all ages—particularly the nickname-ee—grin. Now, it seems, the “-Rod” generation simply resorts to hyphenated pig latin of sorts.
As Hunter left the office, he asked his new owner what he should say if and when people asked about the origin of his new nickname. Finley replied, “You came back from the river on your 10th birthday having caught six catfish and handed them to your old man. Sell it. Goodbye.” On that note, we now present the very best nicknames in sports…
If you’ve been watching hockey at all this season – and given that you’re reading a men’s fashion website, there’s only about a 20% chance of that – you might have noticed that Sean
Avery, forward for the surging New York Rangers is a little bit of an odd bird. But WWD
tapped us into a whole new level of the left wing’s oddness.
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