Can I Delete The Name File?

[knockahoma]

I tend to do a lot of name editing in my leagues. I cringe at about 40% of the names generated. I've downloaded various name file options from users. Still cringe.

Jerry Berry and Craig Gregg sound like they had mothers who were too busy drinking champagne in post-op to give much thought to naming the new joy in their lives.

I know about the New Name Button, but sometimes you gotta hit that sucka 5 or 10 times to be happy.

Wondered about creating a full name file to replace first and last name only files, but probably not a do-able thing? That's the kind of thing that would actually intrigue me, a name file that looks like this:

Dave Yeager
Bob Berry
Alex Alexander (:P)

I doubt the brains at OOTP foresaw such anal genius in their customers. Probably, you must have the two name files to work the game properly.


So, I thought maybe I'd keep the last name file and delete all the names within the first name. No first names for the players, all with last names. Then, I'd add the first names. It's anal, I know. But, hey, it's my game, I'll play it as anal-ly as I want.

I'll try it tomorrow with a experimental league, but til then, anyone know for sure?

[Cryomaniac]

Originally Posted by knockahoma

Jerry Berry and Craig Gregg sound like they had mothers who were too busy drinking champagne in post-op to give much thought to naming the new joy in their lives.

The problem of course is that there are people who name their children such things.

[SandMan]

True story - strange but true.

My grandmother named the boys

Barry
Darry
Gary
Harry
Jerry
Larry
Perry
Terry

and the first born was Curt.......

The girls were Fran, Barb, Sandra, Rhonda, Kelly and Marsha - I guess they only wanted rhyming names for the boys........

[knockahoma]

True story - strange but true.

My grandmother named the boys

Barry
Darry
Gary
Harry
Jerry
Larry
Perry
Terry

and the first born was Curt.......

The girls were Fran, Barb, Sandra, Rhonda, Kelly and Marsha - I guess they only wanted rhyming names for the boys........

We had a naming pattern in our extended family, too. The 1st cousins went in order of arrival:

Richard
Ricky (me)
Randy
Rex
Robert
Roberta

And when my grandmother was peeved at me, she would sputter in agony, " Richa--Ran-Rex-Rober--RICKY!!! Stop that!!!"

[knockahoma]

Originally Posted by knockahoma
Jerry Berry and Craig Gregg sound like they had mothers who were too busy drinking champagne in post-op to give much thought to naming the new joy in their lives.

The problem of course is that there are people who name their children such things.

True true.

Sounds goofy, but I'm anal about the names like some people are anal about feeder leagues, or uniforms, or logos for their league.... League Logos??!!! Half the time I can't even tell you what I named the league itself, but I know all the player names. I actually enjoy going thru the rosters and putting in last names from the 70s NFL, or a writer's name, or some other particular reference that helps me keep all these players straight at the drop of a name.

In my current league, I had a top-notch CF generated as " Preston Monette". I changed his name to Price Monet. His over-all game is a work of art, ya see. The name's half the deal about keeping these guys memorable.



I play God-mode. Maybe that's why Jerry Berry bugs me. I see him all the time. Sounds like a scoop of ice cream, not the number 1 closer in the league. What kind of intimidation factor is that, Jerrrrry Berrrrrry? Pu-lease!

" It's the bottom of the 9th, game 7 of the world series, two outs, Price Monet at the plate for the Cubs, top RBI man in the league this year... and here comes Jerry Berry out of the bullpen, accompanied by his theme song booming out of the stadium speakers, "ah, sugar-sugar", a number 1 hit originally performed by the Archies back in the 60s for those too young to remember.... It was also the biggest selling record EVER in the category of records that are cut out of cereal boxes. Yes, folks. They actually had records you could cut out of cereal boxes. Anyway, back to Jerry Berry. As he takes his warm-up pitches, let me mention our sponsor, Ben and Jerry's. When you need your ice cream with just the right amount of politics, it's Ben and Jerry's. I'm Jerry Coleman and now Ben Jerry... check that. Jerry Berry is ready to throw his first pitch...

There's the pitch and it's a rifle shot toward deep center. Backa backa backa goes Mitch Collins. He hits his head on the outfield wall and it rolls off! It's rolling all the way back into the infield...!"

[knockahoma]

The Dodgers locker-room was still.

The league officially known as "12" had ended another season with the Cubbies defeating the Brooklyn Dodgers courtesy of Price Monet's booming double off the centerfield wall (why the League was named "12" no one knew. In the league's 3 year history, it had always been known as 12, a fact especially peculiar to players and fans alike, since the league had only 8 teams, but there was talk of adopting a league logo which might help the name 12 appear more official).

Jerry Berry, the closer who had given up Monet's winning hit, sat with a towell over his head. He heard someone plop down next to him and then heard the voice of the Dodger's centerfielder, Mitch Collins.

" I'm sorry man," Mitch muttered. " I tried to get to that ball. Just a few more inches..."

Jerry Berry just shook his head. He knew where the fault lay. It lay with a belt-high fastball over the plate and Monet had jumped all over it.

" Look," Mitch said, throwing an arm around Jerry Berry. " We lost as a team."

" Hey lovers,". The Dodgers' beefy first baseman Roger Milligan was striding past. " Why don't you go get some ice cream and make it a real date..."

" Ah, shut up!" Mitch shouted after the big man. " We're a team. We lost as a team, Mr. 2 for 19!"

The black phone on the wall rang. The trainer answered it and said in his 90 year old, gravelly voice. " Collins! It's your mamma. She was listenin' to the game on the radio..."

Mitch went to the phone. " Hey, mama. What? No, I hit my head on the wall, but it was the BALL that rolled back into the infield... Of course I'm sure."

Suddenly, several screaming people burst into the lockerroom. Mitch dropped the phone, and with Jerry Berry, followed everyone back outside.

They were all gazing at the black sky.

" Oh, my God," Jerry Berry said. " The prophesies were true!"

Far up among the stars was a strange, transparent box with holy writing that read:

OOTP has stopped working...

" What's it mean?" Mitch whispered.

Jerry Berry's voice shook. " It's the end of the--"

And then all went black.

" Crap," God said.

[RchW]

Instant Classic.

[knockahoma]

Way too kind, Rich, but thank you.

Heck. Now, I'm starting to defeat my own purpose. Jerry Berry is coming to life. And the league's number 1 draft choice is centerfielder Fuzzy Nagel, named after his mother's favorite foo-foo drink, I guess.