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Gritty: why the Philadelphia Flyers' new acid trip of a mascot must be stopped
Philadelphia is home to the undisputed king of professional sports mascots: the Phillie Phanatic. No less esteemed a source than
Wikipedia reveals he is “widely acknowledged as one of the best ballpark mascots” and “arguably the most recognizable mascot in all of North American sports”.
You can imagine the horror, then, when he got a new sibling this week: Gritty, the
Philadelphia Flyers’ new mascot, is a horrifying bearded man-Muppet hybrid whose eyes are permanently rolling in their sockets, presumably from years of drug use. He is a nightmarish frat boy who communicates only in bro-friendly gestures – the guy who was loudly present at every college party but had never experienced true friendship. He fills the hole in his heart with a violent Flyers obsession. He is toxic masculinity incarnate.
And I fear, to many, he is a perfect emblem of my city. Philadelphia is known for
greasing poles to minimize damage by – and to – fans after Eagles victories; we’ve been forever branded as the city that hurled
snowballs at Santa Claus and where a guy purposely
threw up on a cop and his child (
RIP). The main attraction of our art museum is not
Marcel Duchamp’s Nude Descending a Staircase but the fact that
Sylvester Stallone ran up the stairs there once.
Gritty, in short, is the last thing we need. The Flyers’ website describes him as being descended from a “bully” who is “unwelcoming to anyone who opposes his team”. Surely his presence will only encourage more tourists to skip over the city between New York and Washington on their east coast trips.
Meanwhile, we’re raising our kids with this thing as a role model. My sister used to receive cheerful birthday cards from the Phanatic. I assume Gritty will send children half-drunk cans of Yuengling. (At least he is, inexplicably, concerned over sports-related brain trauma: he always wears a helmet.)