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How many guys in a bear suit does it take to scare srah?

I am proud to have been a Bulldog/Mustang, a Roadrunner, a River Rat, a Briton and a Wolverine, because one thing that all of these schools had in common was that they never dressed anyone up in a stupid costume to dance around and seriously freak me out. Sports mascots are like clowns, but you can't even see their eyes so you never know when they're going to snap. (With clowns, at least you can see their eyes, so you can tell that they are going to snap and murder you... any minute now. It's... reassuring?)

My usual reaction to seeing one of these sports mascots is: GLAAAAAGH! What is that? Get it away from me! Get it away from me! Stay away from me or I'll punch you in the stupid stupid padded stomach, you awful thing! Make it die! I've never been to Disney World, so I have no way of confirming whether or not I would have the same reaction to Mickey Mouse. But I probably would.

I had a run-in with a costumed mascot this afternoon. Fortunately it didn't come down to punching, but it did come down to quickly escaping in the opposite direction. I am rather less pleased to be a Redhawk than any of those other things right now.

srah - Wednesday, 3 October 2007 - 5:34 PM
Tags: fears, mascots, sports, the university i work at