A few years back, Jon dubbed himself big smooth. I'm not sure why he wanted the nickname, how he came to associate it with himself or if he even uses it on occasion anymore. All I know is that it opened the door for me to give him a hard time because I am not a supporter of self proclaimed nicknames. My feeling is that nicknames are what they are because someone else thought of it and was compelled enough to associate it with you. It's why names like booger and meat can become endearing.
In my lifetime I've only had a couple nicknames that have ever stuck. Of the on-again off-again ones I have had, most have come from casual conversations with Mess. He typically calls me some spin off of 26 but he's had a few other quality nicknames for me over the years that he's used. I always wanted a nickname that everyone called me (i.e. popper, bob, etc.) but it just never happened.
My favorite nickname has been slick, given to me from my grandpa. He's the only one who calls me it and has being doing so for years. Growing up he thought I looked like Tom Slick, a short-lived cartoon character that was on during the George of the Jungle animated television series for one season in the late 60's. Ignoring the red hair, I can see a faint resemblance to my younger self but all that really matters is that he sees one.
Though no one calls me dozer and I never expect anyone ever to, this post is my formal apology to Jon.
To paraphrase Doc Holliday in Tombstone, my hypocrisy knows no bounds.
In my lifetime I've only had a couple nicknames that have ever stuck. Of the on-again off-again ones I have had, most have come from casual conversations with Mess. He typically calls me some spin off of 26 but he's had a few other quality nicknames for me over the years that he's used. I always wanted a nickname that everyone called me (i.e. popper, bob, etc.) but it just never happened.
My favorite nickname has been slick, given to me from my grandpa. He's the only one who calls me it and has being doing so for years. Growing up he thought I looked like Tom Slick, a short-lived cartoon character that was on during the George of the Jungle animated television series for one season in the late 60's. Ignoring the red hair, I can see a faint resemblance to my younger self but all that really matters is that he sees one.
This leads me to my point. There have been plenty of times over the years in my athletic career that I've been called names like hard-nosed, bulldozer, tank, etc. While it's been implied on numerous occasions, no one has ever specifically called me dozer. It's a self proclaimed reference to myself with limited justification. I've personally derived other aliases before (malkatraz, etc.) but none of them were specifically referring to me unless someone else came up with it (donkey, etc.)...I just happened to like them.
Though no one calls me dozer and I never expect anyone ever to, this post is my formal apology to Jon.
To paraphrase Doc Holliday in Tombstone, my hypocrisy knows no bounds.
