Kurt already beat me to this, over at Mack Avenue Tigers, but I still think it's worth posting anyway.
"I know I'm going to catch heck for that," Walker said.
He explained his father's name was James and his wife's grandfather's name was Leyland and both fought in World War II. James Leyland Walker happened to be born on Memorial Day, so it was a natural name.
Okay, so this is apparently just a serendipitous collision of sentimentality. Still, it might be worth keeping an eye on the kid. Who knows what sort of influence such a name might have on young James?
Can you imagine Walker and his wife questioning their son about his report card, only to have him snort, shake his head, and say, "I've never believed much in that stuff." Then when the parents try to press the issue, he'll end the discussion with "I don't like chewing on yesterday's breakfast."
What about when one of Jimmy's friends wants to switch his tuna sandwich for Jimmy's peanut butter-and-jelly? "When I jump in the air and never come down, then you and I can trade lunch."
Then, of course, there's the whole smoking thing, but ol' Pops Walker might nip that in the bud with an education on the finer points of name-brand beer.
But I also wonder if this might start a trend among former Detroit Tigers who might be fond of their former managers.