How come I seem to go through phases, getting hung up on one topic for a few days, then jumping to something entirely different? It's called drive-by blogging. But seriously, just consider what kind of attention span a seagull has. I'm sure you've seen one of us drop whatever was in our beak and fly off after another gull, because we've noticed that the other gull has found something tastier-looking. That doesn't mean we can't remember what it was we dropped and left behind. And that's analogous to today's post. It's been several days since I last turned my attention to the growing number of seagull mascots in the world of team sports. But that certainly does not mean I've lost interest in the subject.
Sandy the Seagull comes from a family of baseball-loving birds. Sandy’s grandfather grew up on the telephone poles of Brooklyn in the 1950’s. He lived in a small nest on Flatbush Avenue next door to Ebbets Field and every weekend, he would fly out to Coney Island to hang out on the beach and ride the Cyclone. On game nights, he would fly over to the ballpark and watch the great Brooklyn Dodgers teams, while snacking on the ballpark leftovers. Grandpa Seagull was sad when the Dodgers left Brooklyn, but he kept their memory alive by telling stories to his grandson, Sandy, who loved baseball even more than he did!
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I'm the distinguished Park Host on South Jetty Beach at Bandon, Oregon, USA. I'm a firm believer in First Principles: Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Your Lunch. Archives
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