I am like Clark Kent. I am the guy behind the mask. I am the guy no one notices. However, if it weren’t for me Superman wouldn’t exist. When I walk through the ballpark no one takes a second glance in my direction. Once I don my costume and step into the fray I cannot be ignored. Fans adore me, people want my picture, my autograph, a high five. I can’t get away even if I need to. Later, after the day is won and the lights go off, I sit alone again in my Fortress of Solitude, also known as the belly of the stadium. Recuperating from the battles of the day and reflecting on the simple fact that once I walk out into the cool breeze of the night I will go anonymously and undeterred.

I LOVE MY JOB AS A MASCOT.