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This week gave us just a glimpse of the wide-ranging personalities mascots can bring to sports. During the World Cup, Japan’s ennui-filled frog mascot chronicled his sightseeing adventures around Russia. It was incredibly engrossing, even if we felt sorry for poor Ippei-kun.
Then on the other spectrum, the Phillie Phanatic injured a fan by hitting her in the face with a hot dog.
Luckily, the woman was not seriously injured — and she said it was totally fine to laugh about the incident. But if you ever had suspicions about Mr. Phanatic, he only confirmed your worst fears.
And surely you have — the Phillie Phanatic has been sued more than any other mascot and he looks like he’s wearing a suit made of all the muppets he killed. But he’s not the only mascot that give us the wiggins. Here are the ones we wouldn’t let near us, especially if they were equipped with a giant hot dog cannon.
Blue, the Colts’ horse (?) mascot
Reason No. 1:
He claims to be a horse, but have you ever seen a blue horse? Or a horse that looks like a distant cousin of Sulley from Monsters Inc? Or a horse that probably murdered an air dancer and then stuffed its arms up his nostrils like a trophy?
Reason No. 2:
Enjoys humping the air waaaaay too much, made even more disturbing by the look in his eyes that’s devoid of any emotion whatsoever:
Reason No. 3:
His anger management issues run from mustache-twirling villainous (shoving kids!) to hilariously vengeful (knocking Pat Patriot around).
Whether he’s just mischievous or full-on sociopathic, my advice is to never turn your back on Blue — and stay at least 50 feet away so he can’t thrust in your personal space.
— Sarah Hardy
Orbit
Dude, Orbit. What the hell.
(Update: It was an ostrich, but its face was turned the other direction. Sorry for the confusion.)
— Grant Brisbee
Big Red
I love Big Red, and it’s cool that Big Red self-identifies as Big Red and nothing other than Big Red, but I’m not going anywhere near Big Red.
— Jason Kirk
Providence Friar
Look at that face, but not for too long lest you lose all semblance of who you are as you spiral into self doubt and your soul leaves your body. The expression of despair never changes, and you could not pay me to go within 10 feet of that horrible monster.
— Caroline Darney
Pierre the Pelican
We can all agree that King Cake Baby is the creepiest mascot in the NBA. The Pelicans really locked that title down the first time he it stepped foot on the court. But what I’m here to posit is that King Cake Baby has made us all blind to the intense creepiness of their other, every day mascot: Pierre the Pelican.
Not even the original Pierre, which was truly the stuff of Stephen King novels. But this new one too.
Doesn’t his beak just seem a little too big? His eyes a little too dark still? His fists a little too clenched? What are you hiding, Pierre? Behind this less creep version of yourself. I don’t trust him. There’s something unsettling here and King Cake Baby is just taking the attention away from who we should really be skeptical about.
— Whitney McIntosh
Jazz Bear, the Utah Jazz mascot
Ok it literally picked up a child one time and threw it over his shoulder and walked down the sideline of a game while it was live.
Also wondering where the Jazz Mascot is going with this child pic.twitter.com/MDkn4r60wC — Born Salty (@cjzero) November 29, 2017
— Matt Ellentuck
The Oregon Duck
As a former mascot — my career has officially been declassified — I was always in awe of the sheer amount of pushups The Duck would complete during games. Chip Kelly’s offense used to put up 60 points every Saturday. As Spencer Hall reported a few years back, The Duck did 179 pushups one Saturday. That’s bonkers.
But underneath his glory, I knew there was something about The Duck that was suspicious. It turns out, back in 2007, The Duck got in a huge fight with the Houston Cougars mascot, Shasta.
Never trust a mascot that body slams another mascot. Period.
— Isaac Chipps
Saint Louis Billiken
Why would I trust the frat Voldemort of sports mascots?
Nope. Absolutely not.
— Adam Stites
The Wichita State Shocker
He’s got the hair of a sociopath and the outfit of a 1950s workout guru.
— Christian D’Andrea
Harry the Hawk
I’m in first grade. We’re in P.E. He’s on a unicycle, and falls right on six-year-old me.
Simple as that, can’t trust him.
— Harry Lyles Jr.
Demon Deacon
I mean, my guy’s got “Demon” as a qualifier in his name. Right off the bat, not a great look. And like the Providence Friar above, his soulless, black eyes, oversized chin and smug face suggest something sinister bubbling just underneath the surface. In fact, he’s always kind of reminded me of someone with similar qualities...
i don't know which one to shoot pic.twitter.com/JREutNpE9F — Ryan Simmons, The Ding Dong Daddy from Dumas (@rysimmons) December 12, 2017
— Ryan Simmons
So which mascot do you not trust? Which one haunts your dreams? Which one do you think DEFINITELY has a collection of fingers stashed in a nondescript box under his bed? Let us know in the comments — if you’re not too scared.
