Ten Guys Named Fernando

A long time ago in the magical kingdom of Ann Arbor there was a softball crazed city. Everybody played or, if they didn't, they knew folks who played and they watched. Because of the era in which this occurred, there were some outstanding and creative names for many of the teams. There were the Aura Space Cadets (a good team who would do an amazing, choreographed salute to their opponents after the game),  The Flaming A's (whose sexual orientation belied their prowess on the field), the Tree Frogs, the Bozos, the K-Mart Indians, and my favorite, Ten Guys Named Roy. All of their players had "Roy" emblazened across the back of their jerseys. I don't remember if they were good or not, but I sure remember their name. Why I bring this up is, in the last few days, everybody I've met down here has been named Fernando. A guy at the Winn-Dixie I see regularly - his name is Fernando. A guy I see every day at the Cuban coffee joint - his name, I recently learned is Fernando. A guy I see almost every day on my walk at Smather's Beach - I know him as Fernando. He's a runner. I'm a walker, but we've become friendly. I've dedicated my resolution for the New Year to finding 7 more guys named Fernando. That will be ten. If I find a deal on shirts, I'm going to get them lettered up and distributed. Ten Guys Named Fernando!
P.S. If you're home on New Year's Eve look for Sushi (the Queen of the drag queens) to ride the drop of the red slipper at midnight from the Bourbon Street Pub. It's been covered by CNN for 9 years and I'll be there for coverage, too. Sushi apparently has a thing for Anderson Cooper that's pretty funny.