You don’t get a nickname like “Salt” for being super chill and just keeping your thoughts and emotions to yourself. So when the crusty Brandon Kintzler grumbled his way through a brief Triple-A stint in 2016, his teammates gave him a moniker that reflected his curmudgeonly ways
“Anyone’s salty when they’re in Triple-A, so I just kind of had an edge,” Kintzler explained to Gordon Wittenmyer this past April. “I don’t know, I’m 5-11 and throw 92 mph. You’ve got to have an edge somehow.
“Everyone started calling me ‘Salt,’ and when I got called up to Minnesota, it followed me there.