But once I made it to the floor, I was left to my own devices. A dangerous allowance there, Mr. Jones.
I shimmied and shook my way through the JV and varsity games. I doubt Felix has ever had such a swing. My big moment of mascot greatness, though, came during the varsity pre-game festivities. Not only did I bask in the applause of Felix’s introduction to the crowd, I got to break out some sweet dance moves — that’s my story and I’m sticking to it — during the cheerleaders’ performance to an AC/DC classic.
IT’S GOOD TO BE LOVED
People came at me from all angles. To get the big cat’s attention, little ones didn’t hesitate to pull a tail or poke a leg. Many times, the injustice was rewarded with the biggest bear hug their little arms could muster. Most hugs were flooded with the flash of mom’s camera phone. The cheerleaders pulled me in several times for photos, and one guy wanted a selfie. I imagine most, if not all, would end up on Facebook or Instagram. I'm keeping my fingers crossed for the yearbook.
But regardless of who was taking it or who was in it, one thing was the same in every picture: I was smiling, though no one could see. And that was probably a good thing because it was one of those insanely happy, goofy grins.
How could you not be happy when the sight of you makes people come running with excitement? Though I knew the love was for Felix and not me, I basked in it just the same. I would strut up and down the court, just waiting to encounter my ... er, I mean Felix's next adoring fan.
NOT EVERYONE IS A FAN