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Hello fellow motorcycle afficionados. I am starting this thread as many of us go by another name other than what our parents gave us at birth. If you wish to, please give us the story of how you came to be called what you list here on the forum or elsewhere. I'll go first...
A few decades ago, I joined the US Navy. After about 1.5 years of training, I finally arrived at my first helicopter squadron. This unit conducts Anti-Submarine Warfare (ASW) as its primary mission. Next mission is Search and Rescue (SAR). When I arrived, I was the 13th Airman in the division and thus received the callsign of "Boot" or "Bootcamp". I hated that but knew enough not to let it out or else it would be worse.
A few months into a Mediterranean deployment in the mid 80s, my squadron softball team was playing against the USS Mississippi's team in Carney Park, Naples, IT. Going into the fifth inning, we were down by two runs. I'm at bat with bases loaded. I am not such a powerful hitter, thus I intended on a line drive into the outfield with the hopes that two runners would come in and tie us up. Instead, it was a pop fly into right field. Dang it I thought; the outfielder will catch it. Wrong again; it cleared the fence. A Grand Slam! In the end, we won the game by two runs for which I was given credit for. One of the older swimmers said my name is no longer "Boot", but instead it is now "BOOG".
Boog Powell is quite a famous baseball player from Baltimore and spokesman for Miller Lite beer. And since my last name is Powell and I hit a single Grand Slam, the call sign has stuck ever since. As a matter of fact, many sailors out there may have no clue who I am until someone says that is "Boog".
A few decades ago, I joined the US Navy. After about 1.5 years of training, I finally arrived at my first helicopter squadron. This unit conducts Anti-Submarine Warfare (ASW) as its primary mission. Next mission is Search and Rescue (SAR). When I arrived, I was the 13th Airman in the division and thus received the callsign of "Boot" or "Bootcamp". I hated that but knew enough not to let it out or else it would be worse.
A few months into a Mediterranean deployment in the mid 80s, my squadron softball team was playing against the USS Mississippi's team in Carney Park, Naples, IT. Going into the fifth inning, we were down by two runs. I'm at bat with bases loaded. I am not such a powerful hitter, thus I intended on a line drive into the outfield with the hopes that two runners would come in and tie us up. Instead, it was a pop fly into right field. Dang it I thought; the outfielder will catch it. Wrong again; it cleared the fence. A Grand Slam! In the end, we won the game by two runs for which I was given credit for. One of the older swimmers said my name is no longer "Boot", but instead it is now "BOOG".
Boog Powell is quite a famous baseball player from Baltimore and spokesman for Miller Lite beer. And since my last name is Powell and I hit a single Grand Slam, the call sign has stuck ever since. As a matter of fact, many sailors out there may have no clue who I am until someone says that is "Boog".
