Mascots have long been a symbol of strength and identity for teams ranging from youth sports to professional sports. Some of them have historical importance, some play off the stereotypes of a group of people, and others are based off of animals.
The Chicago Cubs are one of the oldest and tradition rich sports franchises in the world, so naturally my curiosity was peaked when I heard they had finally selected an actual mascot to be the face of the franchise.
I got this.
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| Pants are for squares, I always say! |
I don't like this mascot. It's not intimidating, it doesn't exude competitive excellence, and it gives me the willies. I mean, why is the bear so dang happy? Just think, this probably took them months of production by countless unpaid interns to design, color and release. And after all of that, I get this.
THIS is the new face of the Chicago Cubs. I mean, it was bad enough to accept season after season of lackluster effort, but now I get to do it while watching the Bernstein Bear on ecstasy.
To rub salt in the wound, this horrible rendition of your brain on drugs has a Twitter account, and it already has about 4,000 more followers than mine, and it's a day old.
Between Clark the hyperactive Cub and Jay Cutler's 7 hear hockey contract, I've been thrown into a pit of despair from which I may never emerge.
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