Baseball cards that I like

In what promises to be a very short series, here is the first installment of "Baseball cards that I like".

I'm not much of a baseball fan, if there is a bat and a ball, for me the game has got to be cricket. However, I am a fan of some of the colourful names that seem to emerge from America's Pastime. Perhaps none more so than today's focus:

My last name is 'McCracken', which draws its share of sniggers. Yet I really have to wonder how Rusty makes it through each day? You'd struggle in Australia with that name, I'd wager!

Comments

Benjamin Madison said…

Pronounces it Koontz I'm sure. We used to know a family named Hog - they pronounced it Hoje.

13 April 2008 at 14:35

Kris McCracken said…

Australian's pay no heed to pronunciation, we're a very cruel lot!

My favourites are the "Cockburn" family, oops sorry, "Coburn"...

13 April 2008 at 16:23

Anonymous said…

That's not to mention all the Randys who keep a straight face and don't understand what we limeys think is so funny.

13 April 2008 at 16:35

Kris McCracken said…

I'm 'rooting' (fnarr) for 'Randy' (fnarr) for our next baby due in August (should it be a boy).

13 April 2008 at 20:46

The D in D & T said…

Roflmao !

14 April 2008 at 10:50

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There was nothing left. No reason, no conscience, no understanding; even the most rudimentary sense of life or death, good or evil, right or wrong.

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This will hurt me...

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