It was a lot easier to play the Name Game back in the days when  people were named Shirley, Lincoln, and Tony. Now that celebrities have  set the bar at a level as far away from common sense as humanly  possible, names have spiraled out of control. Everything from hand fruit  to descriptions of places and types of pickled vegetables to things you  might find on a matchbook have been used to name the next generation of  misfits who will grow up to be on the receiving end of countless  beatings, swirlies, and wedgies. Athletes have taken the practice a step  further. Seemingly dissatisfied with their given names, they have  decided to change their names, presumably using some name-generator  website on the Internet, creating an amalgam of foolishness and  craziness before brandishing their “choice” as some kind of homage or  political statement.
It’s fully understandable when you come  across cases like Hakeem Olajuwon, who decided to add add the ‘H’ to his  name early in his career or Dan Gadzuric- once gad-ZER-ik, later  gad-ZOO-reech. Joe Theisman changed the pronunciation of his last name  from “TEES-man” to rhyme with “Heisman” in an ill-fated attempt to win  the trophy given to the top college player. Horrible irony, considering  that it was the thigh that ended his career. There was even a time when  the Nuggets’ J.R. Smith spent a day-and-a-half as Earl Smith just to  avoid detection after a bad shooting night. In addition to the legion of  spelling and pronunciation changers, there are plenty of athletes who  were brought up in broken spelling homes. Chone? Andruw? Dwyane? It’s  enough to cause my spell-check to take an early retirement.
For  some, a name change might have been a recommended course of action. God  Shammgod? A 20-game unmemorable stint in the NBA would suggest someone  other than a divine messenger. Dick Pole? Come on, Richard is always  available. Either way, the man must have had thick skin (pun not exactly  intended). Ben Gay? If you couldn’t hear the footsteps, the thick smell  of mentholatum might have been a cue. Dick Trickle? Ron Tugnutt?  Haven’t these guys heard of briefs?
This past week, however, the  spotlight has been thrust upon a different type of crazy. Who else would  be the perfect person to tell us about it than Metta World Peace (nee  Ron Artest, nee Ron Ron, and NAY!)? A mid-game jaunt through the stands  in Detroit, auctioning off his championship ring, and spending last  summer playing dodge ball at the L.A. Jewish Community Center — who said  sports and kreplach don’t mix? — apparently didn’t feed his eccentric  Jones.
Some players possess jaw-dropping talent. Others have  great showmanship. Apparently, a growing number have too much time on  their hands. While orange jump suits seem to be the rage in courthouse  attire of late, there is a trend in some sports figures showing up to  court voluntarily. Chad Ochocinco demonstrated to the world his lack of  linguistic abilities when he changed his last name from Johnson, in  2006. He was trying to harbor appreciation for his foreign fan base  while altering his name to match his jersey number in Spanish. Rumor has  it that he successfully failed to do both. Five years of  school-enforced Spanish and the only word I retained is “TapatÃo,” but I  do believe Ochocinco is not the proper word for “eighty-five.” Chad  [insert name here] has decided that he will be changing his name back to  Johnson in the near future, though, since his treads are starting to  wear out; perhaps he could have taken a cue from that mechanic down the  street and altered his moniker to “Llantas Usadas.”
What I am  still not certain of is, is World Peace the entire last name for Ron  Ron’s newest creation? Should there not be hyphens, then? They certainly  work for Ben-Jarvis Green-Ellis, which sounds like the name of the firm  handling Ron’s — sorry — Metta’s name change. Based on in-depth  research (translated: copying and pasting from another website), Metta  is a Buddhist term meaning “kindliness and friendliness toward others.”  Word is that this was chosen because there is no idiomatic Buddhist  expression for “completely lost his mind.” The NBA will still have the  final word on how much of the name will go on the jersey, so Metta’s  plan could quite possibly go to… pieces. While a host of athletes have  changed their names for religious reasons, it appears that this might  just be a case of MWP trying to draw attention to a worthy cause or,  simply, that David Stern wouldn’t let Ron change his appellation to  “Save the Whales” or “McLovin.’”
If this name-changing fandango  catches on, imagine the possibilities. Advertisers would be lining up.  They’ve already replaced the names on the fronts of WNBA jerseys, but  how about paying athletes to change their names for endorsement  purposes. You can just imagine a coach yelling from the sideline, “Give  up the ball underneath, State Farm is there.”
This could very  well spur an influx of ironic name changing that affect all walks of  life. The schlimazel in 1C might become Rich Guy. Your local politician,  Honest Mann.
                        
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