On the Road: Giorgio the Bloggerman Slaughtered in Harrisburg
The Mascot Camp Part II article can be found HERE. And the blog post is, of course, here. As in where you are right now. How convenient.
Before getting into Saturday’s game-day mascot experience, I figured I’d do well to share a few more pictures from camp.
Practicing the Dance Routine, set to “The Twist” (Fat Boys and Chubby Checker, 1988):
Practicing with props as veteran mascot Bryan Althouse (Toro the Bull) looks on:
The campers honor America, on field before the game:
See that hole in the back of Giorgio’s shorts? That’s because they used to belong to a horse mascot, with the hole accommodating a tail.
We were celebrities:
The Keystone Krew posing after the anthem:
In addition to pre-game, we performed on the field several times throughout the evening. Most notably, we assisted special guest Sgt. Slaughter with his efforts to pump up the crowd. While waiting for a third out that was a long time coming, Slaughter passed the time by engaging in a staring contest with a tiger.
The most rewarding, but also most exhausting, portions of the evening were when we were let loose to roam the ballpark:
See that kid in the maroon shirt? For whatever reason he was a big-time Giorgio the Bloggerman fan. He followed me around throughout the evening, getting several pictures and autographs. That kid was great.
He can be spotted in this photograph as well:
Oh, Giorgio was wearing a ref jersey because of a skit that we had just performed. He refereed a Mascot Dizzy Bat Race, calling for an instant replay upon its conclusion. The race was then run again in slow motion (I don’t think this concept translated very well, but you can never go entirely wrong with a Mascot Dizzy Bat Race).
It’s hard fo
r me to overemphasize just how tiring mascot work is, and I don’t think I’d ever worked up such an all-encompassing sweat. Being in that suit is like being in a sauna, I could feel myself melting away as the night wore on.
This picture was taken in the sixth inning, at which point I called it a night. From there on out I left the mascot work to the professionals: