One of my favorite new traditions in MLB is the Players’ Weekend. While there’s been a lot of hand-wringing in the past over trivial things like the color of cleats, and the choice of sweatbands worn in-game, the Players’ Weekend gives players a chance to flaunt some of the personality that makes baseball so fun to watch.
It also makes me wonder, if life had panned out differently, and I had somehow defied the odds, and made the Major Leagues, what would my Players’ Weekend nickname be? How flamboyant would I be on this weekend, dedicated to the players?