There have been a lot of baseball players whose names I love. And because I am a creature of habit, I generally end up with some annoying tic when those certain players are mentioned.

“Rich Corinthian Leather!” greeted every appearance by Marty Cordova.

“No, it is you who should be frightened, leetle puppy dog,” shout out to Bartolo Colon, peetcher.

An uncontrollable head bob accompanies every mention of Hideki Matsui.

And now the Indians have brought back Loomer. Loomer Loni.

Yes, normal people hear “Lou Merloni.” But I hear Loomer.

If I disappear part way through the season, expect to hear that Loomer’s been called to the bigs. My husband might just smother me with a penguin pillow.

Loomer!