There was a time when I had a pretty popular name.

It wasn’t long ago when the world was overrun by Mikes.

There were so many Mikes in my Spanish class in high school that we could not all be Miguels. I had to be Julio, in homage to my favorite player at the time, the immortal Julio Franco.

Those days are over.

No one wants to be like Mike anymore.

Mike is so 1970s. Mike is so blasé. Mike is so ... boring.

Just take a look at the Little League scores that appear in this paper.

There’s nary a Mike to be found.

Instead you find monickers such as Zach, Tucker, Dillon and Hunter.

When I was a kid, I didn’t know a single Jacob or Edward or Bella.

Now, those are the names that are prevalent and popular.

Unique is good, though. I have even pondered making a name change.

How does Myke sound? What about Siete-siete (that would be 77 for muchachos not familiar with espanol) — my Little League number.

One thing is clear in perusing the Little League names throughout this spring and summer: there are some pretty creative parents out there.

Here are some of my favorites:

• Espn Deal. I’m not sure how his first name is pronounced — I assume “Es-pen.”

It doesn’t matter, though. His name is sure to prompt the SportsCenter theme to erupt in your brain.

I’m sure he’d be a nightly fixture on Web Gems, too.

• Dash McMillen. I envision this dude to be a base stealer and covering massive amounts of acreage in center field.

I also can see him having a long and historic Minor League career, ala Crash Davis.

• Hunter Gass. This is a guy I want to be on the mound in the final inning, throwing 100 mph fastballs.

• Rocco Rice. This cat sounds tough. I see him behind the plate as a catcher, blocking baserunners and gunning people down trying to steal.

I also think he’d be a dangerous power hitter, launching home runs into the upper deck.

• Zachary Taylor. He’s rough and he’s ready. I wouldn’t want to mess with him on the baseball diamond.

I’m still waiting for a name like Millard Fillmore or Grover Cleveland to show up in an East Butler T-Ball score someday.

• Roger Doctor. A scene from the “Airplane” movie instantly pops into my head.

“Roger, Roger. What’s our vector, Victor?”

Also, my thoughts drift to Dwight “Doc” Gooden.

Roger Doctor has to be a pitcher.

• Lyrik Reed. Can sing the national anthem and then go out and slug a pair of doubles.

• Hunter Hans. He’d be a slick-fielding shortstop who rarely bobbles a ball — pretty much the anti-Clint Barmes.

• Calvary Moyer. With a name like that, he has to be a relief pitcher.

When the starting pitcher falters, have no fear. Call in the Calvary!

While “Mike” may be going the way of the dodo bird, old things tend to become knew again.

Perhaps in 20 years, Mike will make a comeback.

Until then, we’ll have our Epsns and Lyriks and Roccos.

Mike Kilroy is a staff writer for the Butler Eagle.