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Coming to terms with our own power

So many questions surrounding the Ticats' turfing of Greg Marshall in favour of Ron Lancaster. (What does this say about Paopao? How long until the Lil' General tries to trade for Danny McManus?) But since we're bloggers, not Ticats fans, the more relevant question is whether online chatter had anything to do with this.

 The consensus in recent weeks from folks in the know seemed to be that Marshall deserved more time, but pressure from fans and media in Hamilton might force management's hand. Now, with all respect to our friends in Steeltown, it ain't exactly the media capital of the world. There's one newspaper, one TV station and no sports radio. So where exactly were all these voices of dissent being heard?

On the Ticats' official website, naturally. To its credit, the team provides fans with a forum to vent as they see fit. And so we start getting discussions like this one, wherein somebody named "Garthman" proclaims that the Ticats "stink like the sulpher blowing off the steel mills." Considering that Bob Young is apparently fond of perusing these forums, it's entirely possible that the likes of Garthman helped pull the trigger.

That's unfortunate for Marshall, but potentially fortuitous for us. Not to overestimate our powers, but if Garthman is able to help dictate his team's personnel decisions, then we'd like to think we can do likewise.

So let's start in the most obvious place: with this guy.

Having had season tickets to the Argos for an alarmingly long time, I've seen Scully shoot water from his ears, which was at least unique (if a little gross). I've seen that weird Bounce family introduced a couple of years ago, which (as you'll note from the photo at left) was at least good for molesting the Ticats' T.C. while other mascots looked on in delight. I've seen mascot football - far and away the world's greatest halftime sport. And most memorably, I was there when some sort of a large dog representing a previous incarnation of AM 640 was decked by a drunken fan - then insisted on being carted off the field in full costume, because taking off his canine head would "scare the kids."

In other words, I know from mascots. And unless Jason is at least prepared to use his size to shore up the O-line, it's time for him to go. 

 

 

 

Posted on Monday, July 10, 2006 at 02:33PM by Registered CommenterA-Rad in , | Comments1 Comment

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