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Schneed10 · 01-05-2006, 04:07 PM

Once upon a time I played little league baseball, I was a wee 12 years old. My coach was my best friend's father, and he had been my coach on several teams since I was seven years old. Nice enough guy, but the damn feller couldn't get my last name right. (My last name is Snyder by the way, and no I am not a billionaire and no I am not related to a billionaire and no I am in no way related to the owner of the Skins. The only thing we have in common is the same last name and a huge passion for the Skins.)
Anywho, my coach always wrote up the lineups in the scorebook, and he would post it on the fence. It never failed, but there in the 3-slot was the name Synder. SYNder, not SNYder, but SYNder. This went on for 5 years until one day I finally said, you know coach, it's been five years and you've been writing my name down as Synder (and I prounounced it SINDER for him). He says "alright then, I'll change it."

I say "thank you."

He says "Oh no, I'm not changing the spelling, I'm changing the way it's pronounced. I will call you Sinder from now on."

Doh.

So some time goes by and I get used to my new last name. There comes a time in an important tournament game when we are down by a run late in the game. He comes out of the dugout, all flustered, because our pitcher walked two guys in a row. Looks in my direction in center field, pointed to me, but can't spit my name out. And in front of all my teammates, friends, parents, and the other team, he yells Sny... Sin... Snin... SCHNEED, GET YOUR BUTT ON THE MOUND, YOU'RE PITCHING.

And there you have it. That year my jersey was #10, and the rest is history.

01-05-2006, 04:07 PM	#4
Schneed10 A Dude Join Date: Feb 2005 Location: Newtown Square, PA Age: 46 Posts: 12,458	Re: What's In a Name? Once upon a time I played little league baseball, I was a wee 12 years old. My coach was my best friend's father, and he had been my coach on several teams since I was seven years old. Nice enough guy, but the damn feller couldn't get my last name right. (My last name is Snyder by the way, and no I am not a billionaire and no I am not related to a billionaire and no I am in no way related to the owner of the Skins. The only thing we have in common is the same last name and a huge passion for the Skins.) Anywho, my coach always wrote up the lineups in the scorebook, and he would post it on the fence. It never failed, but there in the 3-slot was the name Synder. SYNder, not SNYder, but SYNder. This went on for 5 years until one day I finally said, you know coach, it's been five years and you've been writing my name down as Synder (and I prounounced it SINDER for him). He says "alright then, I'll change it." I say "thank you." He says "Oh no, I'm not changing the spelling, I'm changing the way it's pronounced. I will call you Sinder from now on." Doh. So some time goes by and I get used to my new last name. There comes a time in an important tournament game when we are down by a run late in the game. He comes out of the dugout, all flustered, because our pitcher walked two guys in a row. Looks in my direction in center field, pointed to me, but can't spit my name out. And in front of all my teammates, friends, parents, and the other team, he yells Sny... Sin... Snin... SCHNEED, GET YOUR BUTT ON THE MOUND, YOU'RE PITCHING. And there you have it. That year my jersey was #10, and the rest is history.