The London Royals mascot doesn’t really have a name that has been settled upon. When this point task popped up, there was a decent amount of discussion that took place in our locker room, as we all tried to figure out what it was actually named. The GM’s didn’t know, the players didn’t know… even the founders of the team had absolutely no idea. So, as you can tell, our mascot is deeply embedded in the team.
The simple truth is, he’s not important. He’s just another person inside a stupid suit that gets in everyones way. Mascots, in general, only exist to strengthen brand identity and appeal to a younger audience. They’re corporate tools to extract more money from your wallets and turn your kids into their next victims, just to keep the conveyor belt going. None of our mascots are significant or special and to write positive words about them would only make me part of the problem.
Roar, Rory, Celly… whatever your name is, you can go to hell… and stay out of the locker room. Turning up once a week and wandering up and down the sideline in a ridiculous outfit doesn’t make you part of the team, despite what Jeff Fisher may have you believe.
The simple truth is, he’s not important. He’s just another person inside a stupid suit that gets in everyones way. Mascots, in general, only exist to strengthen brand identity and appeal to a younger audience. They’re corporate tools to extract more money from your wallets and turn your kids into their next victims, just to keep the conveyor belt going. None of our mascots are significant or special and to write positive words about them would only make me part of the problem.
Roar, Rory, Celly… whatever your name is, you can go to hell… and stay out of the locker room. Turning up once a week and wandering up and down the sideline in a ridiculous outfit doesn’t make you part of the team, despite what Jeff Fisher may have you believe.
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