Our boys over at the Golden Sombrero have created a nickname for the D-Backs first baseman that trumps our short lived “Big Hit” Goldschmidt that we gave him this morning while having coffee.
Ladies and gentleman of the free world, meet Paul Goldschmidt: Bear Jew.
It’s pretty much the greatest thing ever created on this planet. If Goldschmidt doesn’t hit the postseason granny last night, Bear Jew is probably never born. I don’t think these players realize how important it is to their legacies to reach the postseason.