I once had a Little League coach who called me “Dave.”
He wasn’t being clever, or even ironic. He was just enough of a baseball fan that when he saw “D. Parker” on his lineup card, the natural association was “Dave.”
It must be told that I was not very Cobra-like, so the irony thing actually would have worked pretty well. I was a rail-thin spray-hitting first baseman and a hard-throwing but erratic LHP– I racked up many a 10 K/10 BB stat line back in the day.
But I didn’t mind being called “Dave.” Let’s face it– Dave Parker was badass.
No one ever called me “Harry,” though…
Harry Parker played a pretty significant role on the Mets ’73 pennant-winning team. He went 8-4 with a 3.35 ERA and saved 5 games as a reliever and spot starter.
He was the losing pitcher in game 4 of the NLCS, giving up a game-winning HR to Pete Rose in the top of the 12th, and was also the losing pitcher in game 3 of the WS, another extra-inning affair.
Harry returned to the Mets in ’74, and saw the most work of his career, accumulating over 130 innings for that 71-91 squad. Unfortunately, he went 4-12 in the process, and was waived by the summer of ’75.
But coach– I wouldn’t have minded if you’d called me “Harry.”
Now, “Salty” on the other hand…
All I can picture is J. Jonah Jameson chomping on a cigar and yelling “Parker!”
Yeah, I did get “Spidey” on occasion, but that’s a story for another site…