My wife (really) let me name one of our sons after Eagle McMahon

When I met my wife back in 2012, she wasn’t a disc golf fan. Heck, she’d never even heard of disc golf. She’d seen “those cage things” in the park before, but had no idea what they were. And she cared so little, that asking someone about ‘em was more effort than she was willing to exert.

Fast forward a bit, and we’ve been married for six awesome years. For the better part of that time, we were doing the sorts of things young couples do to prepare to start a family: graduating from college, landing a good job, boosting our savings account, buying our first home, etc.

Not everything went according to plan, though …

Enter infertility, stage left.

I’ll spare you the long (and expensive) details, but know this: the hoops we had to jump through to bring our two – yes, that’s right – beautiful boys into the world were stressful, to say the least.

So naturally, when it came time to name the little toads, we made sure we did a good job of it. I mean, based on our track record, there was a good chance the size of our family was set in stone.

My parents are fairly traditional people. They did, however, have this thing where they’d involve “obscure athletes,” as they put it, in the naming of their children. My first name’s Lucas. My dad gave me the name to pay homage to Luc LeBlanc, the famous French cyclist of the early ‘90s.

It was the same song and dance for both of my sisters, too.

You can already see where this is going – Plínio Eagle Miller is the one on the left:

There was no bribery. No promise of a pet. No blood oath with the adversary. My wife, who now regularly hucks plastic with me, thinks Eagle McMahon is handsome – she was 100% onboard.

So, just to recap, if the name “Ricky,” “Calvin” or “Gregg” with two Gs seems like it’d be the perfect fit for that soon-to-be-born member of the family, here’s how to ensure you get your way:

• Develop some insane naming tradition for your family. Play the long game with this one.
• Force-feed your significant other JomezPro and Central Coast Disc Golf on the regular.
• Have twins, as it’ll improve your odds of winning at least one “name battle.”
• Marry someone with a thing for tall, skinny dudes — or whatever works.

That’s all there is to it.

I look forward to years of trying (and failing) to teach both of my sons to throw like Eagle.

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