All great bodies of water aside, one day becoming the Phillie Phanatic is still my greatest aspiration in life.
That swoon into the lap of a bystander at the end is sheer comedy gold.
"So if this is what you want to be when you grow up, what are you doing to get there?" you might ask. Well, nothing really. I flirted with being the bulldog mascott in high school, but that conflicted with, surprisingly enough, swim practice, so was a non-starter. Same thing in college. And since then, I have set foot in a minor league ball park a sum total of two times, and not to interview for the mascot position, but rather to watch a game.
But hope springs eternal. Perhaps someday the mascot gods will smile on me and I will in fact end up as the Phillie Phanatic. Until then, whoever inhabits this costume is a hilarious master of pantomime. Nicely played Mr. Phanatic!
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