Friend (and frequent-poster) Mike has a challenge for all of us. Mike writes:

“I have always been fascinated by names in which you can’t tell when the first name ends and the last name begins. For example, I never really knew if it was Teemu Selanne or T. Mussalanne, or if it was Aurelio Rodriquez or Areely O′Rodriquez, the first Mexican-Irish ballplayer. Admin can tell you that when he was a kid he actually thought they were referring to him as  ‘A-really-old Rodriquez’.

“Being Irish ourselves, my wife and I have grown up thinking everyone else was Irish too. My wife went through most of her childhood proud of that great Irish-American Steelers running back Frank O’Harris.

“I am sure there are a million others and I know you guys are just the crew to remember them. It can also transcend sports. I remember many others from childhood, like Pia Zadora, who I thought was P. Isadora or Don Ameche who we thought was Donna Meche. I actually heard Ross McCall say he thought he was an Asian named Donnum Ichi.

“Have at it.”

Yesterday I asked on Twitter which baseball players, Coco Crisp exempted, could best lend their names to a breakfast cereal. I think Victorinos is the perfect breakfast brand, but allow that Braden Loopers and Candy Maldonados might also sell. Among other suggestions were Tony O’s, Minnie Minosos and that fiber-rich, cholesterol-reducing muesli better known as Kashi Saito. So I ask you all: Who are we missing? Honey Bunches of Oates?

I’ve written a story celebrating public golf courses for the August issue of Golf Digest (on newsstands now, as they say).

I somehow forgot to post this piece I wrote for the July issue of GD, on President Obama.