Recently at Baseball Toaster the bloggers listed their favorite players who just weren't very good.  They might be good enough at something, but they just didn't perform all that well.  These are the sorts of guys that don't give you any reason on the field to be fans, but there's still something you like about 'em.

Take this for example (from my folks): Choo Choo Coleman.  Choo Choo couldn't hit or field.  At all.  He hit .197 over his career and Rob Neyer called him the worst defensive catcher the Mets have ever had.  But he had a great name and provided this gem on Kiner's Korner once.  The interview was going very badly as Coleman had no desire to be there, so Ralph resorted to small talk:

Ralph (after several moments of silence): So, what's your wife's name and what's she like?
Choo Choo: Her name's Mrs. Coleman, and she likes me, Bub!

Just for fun you can also add your least favorite -- the guy you just couldn't stand (preferably for no good reason), and you're pretty "glad" they couldn't play a lick.

Here are my personal answers:

Favorite: D.J. Dozier.  Dozier was an outfielder who had been a pretty decent prospect in the early 90's, who just couldn't put things together with the bat.  He was very athletic, and he was the Mets' version of Bo Jackson, playing both pro football and baseball.  At the time I thought that was pretty cool.  That and I liked the way his last name sounded: Dozier.

Least Favorite: A tie between "Super" Joe McEwing and Jeff McKnight.  Light-hitting utility guys just never did it for me.  I remember McKnight being an automatic out at the plate, and I'll never be able to rid myself of McEwing's horrible-looking practice cuts between every pitch of every at bat.