I officially know nothing about sports throughout the rest of the world. I thought everywhere else was all about soccer the way that we are all about football. But thanks to Derby County FC in the UK, I know differently now. This soccer club only formed because the cricket team was very successful, and the team’s owners thought that they should keep fans interested during the offseason.
Have you ever heard of a guy named John Chapman? He was a conservationist and missionary who believed that everyone could live off of the land. His most recognized practice is his apple farms, fencing them in so they could go to the people of the town, and not be eaten by animals. You may know him as Johnny Appleseed, who is the hero of this Fort Wayne team.
Yesterday was NBA draft day, which shows hopefuls their ranking, fate, and home for the next year. Hosted in the wonderful NYC, there were of course a looot of Knicks fans there. Which meant that when the Knicks made their pick, the reaction, good or bad, would be big. Boy was it big, and like the wolf, also bad.
Americans are known to hate soccer because of the whimpy little men in shorts running around and faking a ton of injuries. But all of the rage, anger, and real pain is taken care of by the mascots, so it seems. These guys are crazy! Where’s the public persona? The fun-loving happies? The United Kingdom must define mascots much differently.
I’ve been asked a few times today “Rita, why are these mascot emails coming in so late?” This will be shocking, maybe sit down for this, but umm, I sometimes do work at work. Like, they give me projects, and then I try to figure them out. I’m sometimes not successful, but I try anyway.
Yesterday was Father’s Day, in case no form of social media, calendar, or commercials notified you. If you forgot, I think you have some apologizing to do. Unless you happen to be a creature that reproduces asexually, then I apologize. So mostly everything has a father, including mascots.