It was 1969 and I was 13 years old, totally immersed in sports. (My wife would argue that I still am.) To my full-on and complete excitement, my hometown was about to bring in an expansion basketball team to play in the NBA. For a teenage boy in a boring Midwest town, this was tantamount to the biggest thing ever happening in the world.
The local newspaper, the Plain Dealer, ran a front page news story announcing a contest to………name the team! I knew I had to find the perfect name. I stayed awake nights, tossing and turning until I came up with the best name ever. My friends and I discussed the contest pretty much every day at lunch. I told them my name was so great, I wouldn’t even tell them until right before the contest closed so no one else could steal it. I thought it was that good. Even when my buddies, Paul Schrank and Mike Fisko pressed me over cafeteria sloppy joes and tater tots to spill the goods, I didn’t budge. Not even. Click, click, click. [Read more…]