Mascots. What a smug species. Athletic enough to do back flips in a 50+lb costume but can’t handle getting blindsided by a drunk guy who might as well have been sprinting on kickoff coverage after halftime ended. Gotta keep the head on a swivel at all times. Mascotting 101. Don’t think there’s a guy out there who has never dreamed of giving someone dancing in a costume the Ace Ventura treatment at some point in their lives. Just seems like an easy and fun target to establish dominance over. Would be like tossing midgets or playing the Jets.
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