Best Nickname Ever. Also Least Imaginative.

Pie Traynor.

I’m a fan of the game of baseball, although I came to it really in early adulthood, and my grasp of the game’s historical and statistical finer details is pretty thin. I’d honestly never heard of the guy (and he’s apparently a Hall of Famer), having learned of him in an article recapping down-three-games-to-one comebacks in the history of postseason baseball.

It’s a germane topic this morning, what with the Boston Red Sox—having made the list three times: 1986, 2004, and 2007—perhaps threatening to turn in another turn around. Going into last night’s ALCS Game 4 against the Rays, down 3-1, having dropped three straight by way of too many exploitable pitches, and too much silence among their most reliable regular season big bats, Boston scored eight unanswered in the late innings to take the game, and to delay their tee time for at least another couple days, by a score of 8-7.

Amazing. But back to Pie. And to pie.

I like pie. I like the smell of pie. I like the very thought of pie. I just like to *say* pie. I may even like to say pie and think about pie more than I like eating pie, although that there could just be crazy talk.

Pie. Pie, pie, pie, pie, pie. Pie.

When pie calls, who doesn’t answer?

And it pleased me immensely to have learned of one of the baseball greats of the 20’s and 30s who, literally, answered to “Pie.”

And why?

Harold Joseph “Pie” Traynor (November 11, 1898 – March 16, 1972) was a professional baseball third baseman who played his entire career with the Pittsburgh Pirates (1920-37).

Traynor was born in Framingham, Massachusetts. He received his nickname for a fondness for eating pie.

Mystery solved!

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About dave bois

Freelance writer with a strong pull towards environmental matters (water issues especially) that remains fueled by my study of and early-career practice in geology and hydrology. Music, food, dogs, current/political events, and visual arts combine to command much of the portion of attention not ceded to ecological concerns. Also Monty Python. I've sold a few pieces of original art and have made cab fare home playing saxophone. Native Mainah

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