Mason Says

Glen "Big Baby" Davis of the Boston Celtics is tired of his nickname. Posting to his Twitter account the other day, the six foot nine power forward stated "I’d rather let my play on the court be what I am known for, not some nickname. So feel free to call me Glen." Well, la-di-dah. This hefty bastard has come of age and is ready to assume the identify of a grown ass man with a dignified name.
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(Continued) Most will agree that the moniker of "Big Baby" doesn't exude the gravitas of "King James" or suggest the surgical precision of "Dr. J", but neither does his game. See, having a nickname isn't so much the problem. But having a nickname that's wack, yet seems to be befitting, is a problem.

So how can you blame the guy? After all, the ultimate litmus test for a nickname is not how well it plays on the court, but rather how well it plays in bed. You know what I'm talking about - the timeless call and response ritual of "what's my name?" Having a woman answer with "give it to me you Big ass Baby" fails the test. And don't ask me why Osama "Glen" Laden came to mind as an alternative, but I don't think that plays well either - in bed or over the public address system.

There comes a time in a man's life when he must examine his nickname, should he have one. Some are keepers. Others, as in the case of "Big Baby", are meant to be set on the curb at some point. Good decision Glen. One


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