Yes, I'm talking about old-fashioned, schoolyard-bully, name-calling.
By the way, I'm not proud of this. It doesn't take a lot to sit at home in your underwear and - while sipping from warm cans of PBR - regress back to the monkey bars and cafeteria food-fights of fourth grade, and try to think up hurtful names for a young man who has never yet even donned a Yankee uniform. Frankly, this is shameful and degrading. I only offer it as the latest sign - as if anyone needed one - that the looming Yankee apocalypse will wreak havoc upon the collective mental health of the team's fan base. If this franchise is going to be as bad as I think it could be... for as long as I think it might be... well, somebody, please: Shoot me.
That said, if this fellow turns out to be a turkey, the Yankiverse can certainly supply the gravy.
Think about it:
Dodo Gregorius.
Dum Dum Gregorius.
Doody Gregorius.
Didi Inglorious
D-Grade
Muff Diddy
DD Gherkin
Duh-Duh
Dido
Dear God,
You gave us 27 World Championships,
and for that, we thank You.
But if You truly care,
You will not let this player fail...
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