I didn’t get around to publishing this during the regular season, and the Phils’ early
exit from the playoffs left me too bitter to come anywhere near the subject of our national pastime. Since yesterday’s unnecessary behemoth of a disquisition tied a belated bow on 2011 baseball for me, however, it’s now or next year to discuss my favorite jersey accents.
We’re not talking about Joe Piscopo, Danny DeVito, or Joe Pesci here.
The first time I saw the back of once and future Met Jason Isringhausen’s
baseball jersey, I couldn’t help chuckling at how densely packed his name was. Since then, I’ve tried to keep an eye out for other contenders in the Awkward Jersey Derby.
At eleven letters, Paul Goldschmidt’s last name is one shy of Isringhausen’s twelve, but it’s stuffed with consonants; even so, perhaps because of how the Diamondbacks place names on their jerseys, it doesn’t take up the space that the equally lengthy — and much more challenging to spell — Marc Rzepczynski’s does on his Blue Jays uniform.
Despite the fact that Isringhausen’s name is somehow more fun to say the more you
say it, the placement on his jersey clearly made the Rzepczynski arch a mark to beat. Until I saw...
His old Braves togs didn’t do the fourteen letters of Jarrod Saltalamacchia’s last name justice. Now that he’s with the Red Sox, well, that’s a thing of art. Wikipedia says that his is the longest last name in the history of Major League Baseball, and various sources agree that it translates from Italian as either “jump over the spot/mark/stain” or “jump over the shrub/bush/thicket”. (From the same Latin root as “salta” we get the English word “assault”; “macchia” is also found in “macchiato”, an espresso drink marked with a spot of milk.)
Share your own favorites in the comments!
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