Sometimes I’m minding my business online, doing who knows what, when I see something and know I’ll be writing about what I just witnessed. It can be an interesting stat, a good story, a news item that has upset me, etc., but, if we’re being honest, more often than not it’s something I find patently absurd. Such was the case a couple of weeks ago when I was aimlessly scrolling Twitter and came across this gem,
After 45 years, my Serie Nacional de Béisbol team, Leñadores de Las Tunas, have done gone and gotten themselves a mascot. Those who know me know that I love a good mascot. Just search this site for my various musings on how awesome Victor the Space Ape is, though not Fake Victor you charlatan. Either way, the point is that I love mascots. The goofier the better and after one picture of the Leñadores’ mascot, I knew I was in love.
Let’s start with the obvious, he’s wearing Leñadores’ colors, and boy do they not really match what a lumberjack looks like in my head. Perhaps I’m wrong and there are swaths of lumberjacks roaming Las Tunas wearing pastel green pants, suspenders, and a hat. Maybe there are, and if there are, well, the world just got a little better. Don’t even get me started on the clearly felt, not foam, but felt ax. It’s such a beautiful creation that I could literally cry, if I, ahem, did such a thing.
Did the Leñadores need a mascot? No, of course, they didn’t. Am I all in on loving this pastel-wearing obviously sleep-deprived lumberjack? You bet your sweet patooties I am; all in and then some. Now, he’s not replacing the original and true Victor or anything like that. Many have tried, all have failed in that endeavor. What I am telling you is that my heart has room for this pastel dynamite and I hope my guy sticks around for many years to come.
Lead photo courtesy of Orlando Cruz – Unknown
