Last week I introduced many of you too Brutus Buckeye, mascot of the mighty Ohio State Buckeyes American football team. In that posting i pointed out to the uninitiated that a buckeye is in fact a conker, a small nut that falls from a tree. This got me wondering about what other mascots are their that represent the sports team I follow, and if there was any quite as ridiculous (although I have to admit I find old Brutus kind of cool, with his big goofy grin, and smooth moves with the llladeeezzee). So this weeks follow up is the mascot I have probably witnessed doing his mascot thing the most, the City Gent. He seems to have been doing it for years, and after the mad monk of Bradford, is probably the cities most recognisable citizen. He is a fat bloke, with a face like a slapped arse, who dresses in a city kit with a bowler hat and brief case. Even more sinisterly he has a habit of dishing out sweets to young children sat near the front. Hell he even has a sponsor. Because of his rotundness, he is a prime target for the "Who ate all the pies chant", to which his response can be seen in a brief clip if you follow this link
http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&VideoID=5129025. Now he is not the only one, I believe the overgrown chicken that also parades around the pitch post kick off, is called Billy Bantam,
although I would need to check up on this. Hang on, I am on the Internet, give me a minute.... What do you know, I was right. Once upon a time, during the halcyon days of our two premiership seasons, Billy B was also escorted on to the pitch by his wife, Mrs Bantam, and half born kid, Eggy. Can you guess what Eggy looked like? That's right, he was basically an egg, with two chicken legs stuck out (Jamon always reckoned it was Christine in the suit). But our stay in the top flight was all to brief, and as the club hit financial troubles, Mrs Bantam divorced poor old Billy and buggered off with Eggy to take up residence in a flat on West Bowling, where she is currently claiming single hen benefits, and young Eggy is struggling to come out of his shell. I still like Brutus best.
although I would need to check up on this. Hang on, I am on the Internet, give me a minute.... What do you know, I was right. Once upon a time, during the halcyon days of our two premiership seasons, Billy B was also escorted on to the pitch by his wife, Mrs Bantam, and half born kid, Eggy. Can you guess what Eggy looked like? That's right, he was basically an egg, with two chicken legs stuck out (Jamon always reckoned it was Christine in the suit). But our stay in the top flight was all to brief, and as the club hit financial troubles, Mrs Bantam divorced poor old Billy and buggered off with Eggy to take up residence in a flat on West Bowling, where she is currently claiming single hen benefits, and young Eggy is struggling to come out of his shell. I still like Brutus best.
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