I started interviewing baseball players when I was 15 years old. For many years, I was not only the youngest writer in the press box, but also, it seemed, the only person in baseball named Tyler. Now I’m in my 40s, like so many others, and my name is still Tyler — like everyone else.

O.K., not everyone. But my name, which never appeared on any of the baseball cards I collected in the 1980s, is the new Larry. Remember when baseball was filled with guys named Larry? Find me a Larry now. We’ve run them off.

On Tuesday the Yankees promoted two Tylers — Wade and Webb — to the majors. That gave the team four on the active roster, joining Clippard and Austin, and swelled our ranks to 30. That’s right: in the last two seasons, 30 players who go by Tyler or Ty have appeared in a major league game.

I’m not gloating. I once cheered for plenty of players named Larry, Gary, Bob and Ron, but you can barely find them anymore on baseball rosters. Too many Tylers and Kyles now.