The first time I voted for the name I nominated — Normal CornBelters — it had six percent of the vote.
The second time I voted, it had zero percent, a big fat goose egg.
The third time wasn’t much of a charm. Still zero percent for the CornBelters.
That’s why I was not surprised to find out that 800,000 votes had been cast. You don’t have to be a corporate IT expert or a computer hacker to figure out that some computer whiz found a way to defeat the system and vote early and often. It’s been done before.
This has been a somewhat disappointing exercise in democracy, but it is definitely creating water cooler talk. I have discussed the baseball team with more non-fans in the past week than I had the previous several months. So, whatever snafu caused the voting to spiral out of control might turn out to be a good thing.
Kudos to the owners for deciding to use an ID code so a computer program can’t take over the voting again. I really wish we’d get a chance to see the uniforms and complete marketing packages before we vote, but maybe that’s asking too much.
I really find the conspiracy theorist website to be hilarious. The T-shirt is absolutely nutty. I love the fact this is making national news on-line. The offbeat sports blog Deadspin picked up the story. What would we do without online communties?
I readily admit CornBelters might not be the most creative name in the world, but I wasn’t the only one that nominated it. I also nominated the Normal Route 66’ers. That wouldn’t be a very tough logo to design, and it would probably sell a lot of caps and shirts in Europe.
I like the Teachers and the Fellows, two submissions from readers of this blog. I also thought the Underwriters or the Actuaries might be a nice tip of the cap to the local financial services industry.
I’m still not sold on the Nutz, the Nighthawks, or the Colberts. I mean the Coal Bears. Although, I will admit it’s kinda funny and a great publicity stunt.
Regardless of how this turns out, I will be a season ticket holder and be wearing the ballcap all over town.
And when the games begin, I suspect I’ll be screaming “Let’s go, Nutz!”