Some 6,000 people out of a great metro region of approximately 1.6 million voted for a slate with names like Flatheads and Rhinos. As soon as the name was announced, 20,000 people complained, most of them doing so with their blogs. 

John Sarvay, being John Sarvay, was philosophical about the decision, noting that if Richmonders are fans of anything, it's gnashing their teeth in righteous indignation. And I agree with him. (How’s that for blogospheric echo-chambering?)

Sometimes, you go to the game with the absurd minor league baseball team name you have, not the absurd minor league baseball team name that you want. And if you didn’t vote, you can’t kvetch.

A friend of mine named Kieth van Allen tried to mount a Facebook campaign for the Richmond Rapids, but, unlike what Charlie Diradour ginned up with the No Baseball in Shockoe campaign that morphed into a run for Congress, there was no Big Mo.

My favorite, the Pterodactyls, wasn’t even in the running. Face it. Pterodactyls are cool. They’re weird and they represent a lost era of giants.

It would’ve been pterfect for Richmond.