Let’s just forget naming our sports teams after groups of people (although I kind of like the Battling Bishops), animals (Anteaters? Really?), vegetables (Go, Artichokes? Geez, Scotsdale!), and fantasies (Blue Dragons, maybe, but Centaurs? Just sayin’). How about after bands? The Steely Dans might draw a more literary crowd (and some snickers from those who have read Naked Lunch). I think the Dead Kennedys would be a fabulous choice for an East Coast team. The Velvet Underground has a nicely menacing tone. The Decemberists might bring an end to your year-long winning streak. And who wouldn’t follow a sports team named the Nirvanas? The Blacks are good, but the White Stripes might be better.