09 March 2011

That Dog Won't Hunt

Really? This is what you went for when you all sat around and decided what you were going to name your hedge fund? These guys must be southern or something. Sniffing out those deep-value plays. I really hope that the dog with the bulls-eye also made it onto your business cards. I miss the cloistered days when you had to understand Greek mythology in order to figure out what the heck the name of a hedge fund stood for. After the Tiger cubs played-out every Tiger-iteration possible, it was all downhill.


note to self: e-mail Chase Coleman and suggest Vampire Tiger for his next macro fund. That could win me some points.

I've always enjoyed the play-on-words tendencies of finance-geeks such as myself. Like the fact that the bar at the CBOT used to be called "The Trader's Inn", though it changed its name to "Ceres" (the Greek goddess of grain -- acceptable). Or the fact that my first (and-to-be-fifth) employer's sub-prime CDO business was named after the slums of ancient Rome. Too cute.

Perhaps I'm just a bit edgy today (you can ignore the perhaps) but the idea of allocating money to a bunch of guys who want a blood-hound to be the summation of their investment acumen is a bit of a stretch for me.

CBOT

Traders, runners, props,
locals, market makers and
brokers. This is home.

ICE

Based in Atlanta?
When milliseconds matter?
That dog will not hunt.

-Dino B

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