Creighton Baseball Nicknames 2022 (part 1)
An annual tradition.
Welcome back to this website. You probably haven’t visited in a while. Thanks for checking out the only good piece of content I create every year.
Like last year, part one acts as a refresher of the nicknames that returned from the previous season. Some nicknames have been augmented to fit the characteristics that the players portray in my imagination. Or in real life. I don’t know anymore.
Not a single one of the players actually likes their nickname. They simply endure it, as I have to endure an entire fucking season of watching and following Big East baseball while live tweeting about it (go follow @buntsdunks on twitter you ding dong).
This entire process has become a labor of love and exists because I cannot imagine it not existing, like how Creighton baseball cannot exist without me. Try to picture a Big East baseball season without my dumb bullshit permeating through it. You can’t. I’m too important now. I went to PRASCO Park and found baseball jesus and he touched my heart, sending the fever through my body, enslaving me to cover this fucked up baseball conference until the day I die.
If this is the first thing you’ve ever read from my fingertips; I’m sorry. If you’re familiar with this well-oiled machine; let’s rock and fucking roll, babe.
