I was talking about our Tigers’ depth chart with the girls while getting spoiled with the Mothers Day Spa Package I bought for myself when I realized I can’t spell DJU’s name. And to be honest, I can’t pronounce it after a couple glasses of Champaign either. I don’t think I’m alone based on how many people use his initials when posting about him. And before anyone starts casting stones, I’d like to point out that Spelling was one of the classes that I passed every year.
Gwynn, a lovely new grandmother who’s husband or son posts here I suspect, brought up the point that the general fan’s inability to pronounce or spell his name might subconsciously influence how we perceive his performance. A young hot new mother named Jennifer, who is unfortunately a coot, said that our perceptions of DJ have nothing to do with his name. Gwynn, Betsy, myself and Tamika quickly shunned Jennifer for her veiled insult and left her out of the conversation during the pedicure portion of our spa package…but I digress.
If any of you played high level youth baseball in the 13-15 age group like me, you’d know that hearing your name yelled by parents, grandparents, coaches, and junior college scouts gets you jacked up. I swear my bat speed doubled whenever our second baseman Timmy’s sister yelled my name. Nothing pissed off my coach more than watching me swing for the fences at a curveball in the dirt with the bases loaded and a 3-0 count in a one run game after hearing her sweet voice.
If you had to guess, how many more games do you think we would have won last year if DJ heard us yelling his name supportively at the top of our lungs? Whenever he heard “go DJ” he probably had to stop and think “is that for me or EJ, Lyn-J, Jaelyn Lay, T Leigh, or even Darnell Jefferies” who shares the initials DJ. It all has to be very confusing. I’m honestly be surprised the coaching staff hasn’t suggested that he change his name to something like Davor Florence.
way it is! I see no "n" in his last name, ANYWHERE. So, how is it pronounced UNG-ga-la-le (or something like that). Now you see why me and just about everybody else on here just refers to him as "DJ". Hard to mess that up.
We were drinking the fancy stuff. It had a plastic cork instead of a screw top. I don’t think it was from Illinois. Betsy was hitting it pretty hard so I had to pour my glass quickly before we ran out. I never got a chance to read the label to see where it was from.
It’s higher than your TigerPulse Leon. The power went out once when I was briefly employed at Ingles. Two of the cashiers asked me for help counting change due to my Rainmanesque math skills. I highly doubt anyone has ever come to you for help like that.