This one will warm your heart
Madison, Alabama, a suburb of Huntsville and two hours south of Nashville, Tennessee, had an online contest to name their new minor league baseball team. Stop me if you've heard this already, but the winning entry was the (you guessed it)
Rocket City Trash Pandas. Huntsville is home to to the U.S. Space and Rocket Center, hence the Rocket City part. The trash panda part is an endearing local sobriquet for raccoons, those midnight masked bandits who (out where I'm from, get into farmers' sweet corn, but in Alabama, apparently) rifle through garbage.
So the public once again proves it is better than any advertising agency or panel of consultants at making critical decisions. "Rocket City Trash Pandas" almost, but not quite, replaced my favorite ever "let's put it up for a vote" decision, which is almost never a good idea, unless it results in (nearly) assigning the name "Boaty McBoatface" to the lead research vessel in the British Antarctic Survey. The Boaty McBoatface debacle (or funniest thing ever, just seeing the name still makes me laugh out loud) has already spawned a derivative industry of naming things "Blanky McBlankface" depending on the object, yet it could go on for 20 more generations and will never grow old, because "Trainy McTrainface" and "Horsey McHorseface" are juvenile comedy gold. Some things are inherently funny, and don't require cultural accretion or atomization.
I want the merchandise, I need a couple of T-shirts and hats for the upcoming gift-giving season. Huntsville nailed it, and should be rewarded. Why can't Estes Park show the same kind or originality? Why can't we call the pikas what they really are, the Pants Down Around the Ankles McPedophiles?
Rocket City Trash Pandas. Huntsville is home to to the U.S. Space and Rocket Center, hence the Rocket City part. The trash panda part is an endearing local sobriquet for raccoons, those midnight masked bandits who (out where I'm from, get into farmers' sweet corn, but in Alabama, apparently) rifle through garbage.
So the public once again proves it is better than any advertising agency or panel of consultants at making critical decisions. "Rocket City Trash Pandas" almost, but not quite, replaced my favorite ever "let's put it up for a vote" decision, which is almost never a good idea, unless it results in (nearly) assigning the name "Boaty McBoatface" to the lead research vessel in the British Antarctic Survey. The Boaty McBoatface debacle (or funniest thing ever, just seeing the name still makes me laugh out loud) has already spawned a derivative industry of naming things "Blanky McBlankface" depending on the object, yet it could go on for 20 more generations and will never grow old, because "Trainy McTrainface" and "Horsey McHorseface" are juvenile comedy gold. Some things are inherently funny, and don't require cultural accretion or atomization.
I want the merchandise, I need a couple of T-shirts and hats for the upcoming gift-giving season. Huntsville nailed it, and should be rewarded. Why can't Estes Park show the same kind or originality? Why can't we call the pikas what they really are, the Pants Down Around the Ankles McPedophiles?
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