When we learned last year that the hot new Japanese baseball export would be an outfielder with the last name Fukudome, I suspect we all had a hearty chuckle for about five minutes, and then went back to surfing for raccoon-bite porn (or whatever it is we do on the interweb). And while, in the back of our heads, we knew that maybe one day this peculiar name-- say, on the back of a jersey or a t-shirt-- had the potential cause a vaguely comical misunderstanding at the office water-cooler, I would...