
Thereโs a new Buoy in town, a six-foot-tall blue sea troll, the just-introduced mascot of the Seattle Kraken NHL team. Named โBuoy,โ the mascot is sporting wavy blue hair, one gold anchor earring, and an octopus tentacle. The towering creation is said to be a โnephewโ of the Fremont Troll of movieland fame (โThe Twight Saga,โ โDeath Note,โ โ10 Things I Hate About Youโ and โSleepless in Seattleโ).
Buoy made a dramatic entrance, rappelling down from the rafters prior to a preseason game at Climate Pledge Arena. The mascot immediately began collecting mixed reviews. Some fans said Buoy was certain to be a kid-pleaser, others said their children were frightened by the critter.
Several fans even charged that Buoy is a rip-off of Gritty, the popular orange-furred mascot of the NHLโs Philadelphia Flyers — said to be โthe ugliest, weirdest mascot any team ever imagined.โ Gritty, introduced in 2018, was first derided but, after booing by the Flyersโ rivals, was not only adopted, but championed.
Buoy the Troll now joins Seattleโs established stable of sports mascots, a motley crew that includes the Mariners Moose, Seahawksโ Blitz, Seattle Stormโs Doppler, and Sounders Sammy the Sounder (a recent reboot of the teamโs USL-era mascot.) In Everett, fans have the Aqua Soxโs Webby the Frog (green, of course), and over in Tacoma, the Rainiersโ Rhubarb the Reindeer. And donโt forget about Squatch, the one-time and perhaps future mascot of the Seattle Sonics team.
Mascots are a quirky adjunct to athletic life. One dictionary says that a mascot is โa talisman, a charm, a thing to bring good luck to its possessor.โ The word comes from provincial French mascotte โ โa faerie friend, a good luck piece, a fetish.โ The idea of characters used to represent sports teams can be traced to the 1880s.
Folklore has it that there was a boy named Chic who carried bats and ran errands for baseball players and became known as the teamโs good luck charm. That led to the Boston Browns adopting another child — โLittle Nicโ — as its mascot while the Yale football team of 1982 featured โHandsome Dan,โ a beloved bulldog. That segued into costumed mascots starting in 1974 with the San Diego Chicken, mascot of the San Diego Padres. Today every sports team, whether pro, college or high school โ needs its idol.
Team mascots have great fan value. Whereas players might move from team to team, the mascots never jump ship. And theyโre a guaranteed merchandising success. Trust me, weโll soon see Buoy the Troll sweatshirts, caps, and bobble heads everywhere. That critter is a money maker, perhaps on a par with the once-defamed Gritty who now charges $3,000 for personal appearances.
Which brings me to my basic question: Is Buoy a boy or a girl? I have been told that some of the costumed oddities are actually female beneath those heavy costumes. The theory is that women are more supple, better able to skip around and boogie. I tried out that theory on none other than Sports Columnist Art Thiel the other day, but he said he doubted women would qualify โ the job is too physical, involving much brawling and rough play. Furthermore, many sports mascots are tree-top tall and, aside from NWBA players, there arenโt that many women who stand six and seven feet.
But I still like my idea that sports mascots could be any gender. I actually once asked that question of Blitz, the Seahawks mascot. But he/she merely shook his/her beak and, after releasing me from an avian hug, backed away. I may never know.
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I like Seattle Timesโ columnist Dwight Perryโs quote that the Fremont Troll has clarified Buoyโs relationship as a nephew only by marriage.
Any gender, race, sexual orientation or age.
I don’t know why a mascot needs a gender at all — why can’t Seattle have an asteroid? A comet? A seaplane? Great article as always, Jean.
Crosscut has a delightful and timely story about the first guy to play the Mariners’ Moose. That mascot is such a part of the team that — although one puzzles over the choice of mammal — it’s hard to imagine the lineup without him/her. Years ago I was picked to throw out the “first ball” at a Mariners’ game and, although I practiced, I wasn’t much of a precision pitcher. In fact I almost beaned the Moose who was standing to the left of the plate.