I'm a little disturbed right now. I was watching Arsenal trounce Aston Villa today. Right at the start of the second half Thierry Henry scored a sweet goal, as he does, but as the ball was flying into the top corner, I noticed a large green thing running behind the net. Watching the replay I focused on that large green thing, and what it was, was this:
Dear readers, this is the Gunnersaurus Rex. In the past 15 years I have watched a lot of Arsenal games, far too many by some accounts, and not once have I been subjected to that. No wonder the Aston Villa goalkeeper let so much by him today (5 goals if you care); he was afraid of that thing behind him. I had no idea Arsenal had a mascot. I had no idea that European sports and soccer teams in particular had mascots, a clearly ridiculous North American phenomenon, as far as I was concerned, limited mostly to baseball. Sure, the Vancouver Whitecaps have that stupid duck, but it's, you know, for the kids. But Arsenal? My beloved Arsenal? With a mascot? A dinosaur? What the hell does a dinosaur have to do with the Arsenal? I'm hoping that this all fades from memory, that I don't see the Gunnersaurus Rex again for the next 15 years, and I can forget this whole sordid affair.For those of you who are curious, here is a link to all of the Premiership clubs' mascots. Here is a link where you can see the Whitecaps duck, along with other USL mascots, including Portland's Timber Jim. If you'll notice, Timber Jim isn't a mascot, it's a guy.
DISCLAIMER: The Organ Grinder's Monkey in no way condones violent assaults upon mascots, though upon reflection may find them humourous.
2 comments:
That's funny!
Clearly, these are not football fans, but rather 'Furries' who have conned the world into celebrating their public sexual exploits.
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