And when memories haunt me
And the tears starts to flow
I’ll just think of the sorrow
You caused me to know
No more for the past
To return will I pray
Gonna live for tomorrow
Since people seemed to enjoy the mascot post pertaining to Prince, I have decidedly made this “Music Week.” So another day, another notable artist. Happy Tuesday!
If I could make you smile
If I could only reach you
That would really be a breakthru
It’s only Monday, and I’ve hit the wall. Evidently my brain is not feeling the 8-8 tax season hours, and wants me to know that the next 5 days are not going to be very peaceful. It sucks- why can’t we all just have more energy? Why can’t all humans have the energy of mascots? Some of them are out there for 4+ hours, jumping up and down constantly in a heavy, non-ventilated costume. How is that possible?! Some of them, like Sparky here, even have the energy to sprint with a cumbersome flag.
In 1990, Italy hosted the World Cup and watched their team finish third overall, losing to Argentina and West Germany (the Berlin Wall didn’t come down until 1991!). This World Cup was known for defensive play, with few goals scored, and dependency on shootouts. There were also a record number of red cards awarded to those who don’t care to follow the rules. But the real red card should have gone to whoever created this mascot:
It’s pretty much half of a busted Rubix Cube with a soccer ball balancing on top. How was this the best that they could do? The icing on the cake? It is named Ciao. Ciao= hello, and therefore shows a cutting-edge level of uninspired.
In the United States, society teaches us from a young age that it’s bad to stereotype; that stereotypes are wrong. Stereotypes are mean, incorrect, de-individualizing assumptions. This is especially true when paired with race/nationality – NEVER stereotype about a those! Which is why it is mind blowing to even consider that Mexico did this back in 1986:
When this is your team photo, how can you not be great?
What happens when you mix something good with something bad? Mix honey with vinegar- the honey is ruined, and the vinegar did not get any less sour-salty-weird. Both are ruined, and the result is anything but pleasant. But in relationships, this logic need not apply. Before the chaos and martyrdom ensues, there’s this crazy ignited spark that shines brightly, but quickly, until it inevitably burns out. Which might be what’s going on with Fred the Red.
If you were asked to explain why a team name matches the puzzle above, what would you say?
According to Wikipedia, a certain sports team is given the following nicknames:
The School of Science
The People’s Club