The story behind the otters name is not one many would tell you, as not many actually know why except maybe grapehead had a aquatic animal fetish? Sadly, thats not why, in reality its a much more heartwarming tale of an otter and his best friend. This is the tale of Oscar the Otter
It was a cool November morning, the fish were swimming about and birds were eating said fish. A typical day, or so it seemed, Oscar the Otter woke with a start. He was ready to get the day started! The waters were calm last night, so he hadnt drifted much from his original sleeping spot. He usually slept under a huge tree because without shade the poor otter would be cooked. This plan usually didnt work as hed drift into the sunlight at some point during the night, so it was a very pleasant surprise that it did work for once. He hadnt been awake long when he noticed something unusual by the shore, it was...a person? A person! Oscar hadnt seen people in so long, he usually stayed in an area of the lake no body would ever come to. He immediately scurried as fast as his little legs would let him to the edge of the lake, he stared up at the person who looked to be a young boy and he seemed to be crying. The boy hadnt seen oscar yet, he was too busy holding his head in his hands than to bother with the little rascal observing him. He slowly trudged up to the boy, ever so carefully as to not startle him and when he was close enough he let out a loud squeak.
This of course scared the boy who yelled which scared Oscar who squeaked even louder and recoiled back. Once the young man quickly realized Oscar wasnt a monster and was in fact a harmless little hamster wannabe. He laughed at himself being such an idiot, our hero was still scared himself as he took a step back from the child. “Hey, im sorry, I didnt mean to scare you little guy. Youre safe, my names diego, whats yours?” Oscar appreciated the courtesy even though he couldnt answer himself, he attempted to squeak back his reply but he was pretty sure Diego didnt speak Otter. Instead, Oscar slowly walked to him once again but coming even closer this time. Diego responded with an out stretched hand this time instead of a girlish scream. Hoping to make the little guy feel more comfortable, Oscar smelled his hand and began to rub himself on Diegos arm like a cat. “Dont do that, my cats will freak out if they smell you on me!” Oscar didnt respect diegos request and kept on rubbing. “Someone wants to be petted, doesnt he? Youre like a cat otter, an oat or maybe a cotter” The otter stopped rubbing and glared at the boy, Oscar did not like cats as they usually killed all his bird friends. “Okay okay, no more talk about cats, youre just a unique otter” Oscar squeaked a squeak of pleasure at that. He still wondered though why the boy was crying but that answer was soon to be revealed. “Im just glad somebody likes me, even if they arent human, having real friends is overrated anyways. All they do is make me feel like shit and be assholes” Diego got sad again as he said this, Oscar noticed and hopped onto the boys lap like a lapdog. The tears that had been returning to the boys eyes were quickly sent away and replaced by laughter. This pleased oscar and he let Diego know but of course, Squeaking as much as he could. After a good while Diego set the small Otter on the ground and announced he had to head home but hed be back eventually to spend more time with his best friend.
Diego kept his promise, he was back a few days later and spent a good while with Oscar. Teaching him tricks like how to roll over, sit and do all those types of things. Oscar loved it, well, he just loved having a friend because he never really got along with other otters. In a way Diego and Oscar were different species but still the same. Hell, somehow Diego even ended up officially naming him Oscar. Though his reasons for naming him Oscar were because of his looking like a hot dog. The two grew together, Diego came every saturday afternoon to visit his pal and Oscar was always there to greet him. They were best friends that no one ever knew about. Eventually Diego grew out of his awkward phase, made human friends and even got a girlfriend! But he still always came back for Oscar, and Oscar, Oscar came back for him. Though as well all know, Otters arent like humans, they dont have a long lifespan and Diego learned that the hard way. 5 years from the day they met, Diego drove down to the river and hopped out to go their usual spot. He got there and noticed something strange. No Oscar, of course this was perplexing because his little Otter friend was always on time. He knew when Diego would come, immediately his mind went to a panic as he thought the worst happened to his buddy. Thats why he stayed there his entire day waiting for a friend whod never come. Diego finally left as the sun was setting, but before he did, he took one smooth pebble from the shore they used to play on. A memento of his best friend
As time went on, old scars fade and as does pain. But the pain of losing Oscar just couldnt go away for Diego no matter what he tried or did. He felt like it was unfair his best friend had to be taken right when his life was starting to get better. He looked at the drawings he made of Oscar, he started doing them around 3 years in when he started pursuing art heavily as a passion of his. He loved doing it although he couldve sworn Oscar loved it more because whenever he saw a drawing of himself hed be so happy. He sighed as he set them back down, he wished anyone else couldve known just how awesome Oscar was. Thats when it hit him, hed remember seeing on the tv how a new local football team needed a mascot and name. You had to ship example drawings, your reasons why youd think it fit the team and your mascot design. Diego already had the drawings; what followed next was him pouring his absolute soul into a letter explaining who his late otter friend was as well as how adorable itd be to honor him as the teams mascot. He sent the letter out and just waited
He wasnt kept waiting for long as a few days later a letter came through the mail explaining how much it touched the people there and it absolutely had to be used. Diego was overcome with joy at the fact people would finally know about Oscar. He was given the chance to design the teams logo, the team was officially named the Otters and no other than Oscar the otter was it designed after. Diego has also already been given season tickets, hes there every week rooting for his favorite Otter
There you have it, the true story behind the name of the Orange County Otters. Hopefully you all enjoyed reading it as much as I loved writing it. The grammar might be off too, my apologies because im super sick right now. :cheers:
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It was a cool November morning, the fish were swimming about and birds were eating said fish. A typical day, or so it seemed, Oscar the Otter woke with a start. He was ready to get the day started! The waters were calm last night, so he hadnt drifted much from his original sleeping spot. He usually slept under a huge tree because without shade the poor otter would be cooked. This plan usually didnt work as hed drift into the sunlight at some point during the night, so it was a very pleasant surprise that it did work for once. He hadnt been awake long when he noticed something unusual by the shore, it was...a person? A person! Oscar hadnt seen people in so long, he usually stayed in an area of the lake no body would ever come to. He immediately scurried as fast as his little legs would let him to the edge of the lake, he stared up at the person who looked to be a young boy and he seemed to be crying. The boy hadnt seen oscar yet, he was too busy holding his head in his hands than to bother with the little rascal observing him. He slowly trudged up to the boy, ever so carefully as to not startle him and when he was close enough he let out a loud squeak.
This of course scared the boy who yelled which scared Oscar who squeaked even louder and recoiled back. Once the young man quickly realized Oscar wasnt a monster and was in fact a harmless little hamster wannabe. He laughed at himself being such an idiot, our hero was still scared himself as he took a step back from the child. “Hey, im sorry, I didnt mean to scare you little guy. Youre safe, my names diego, whats yours?” Oscar appreciated the courtesy even though he couldnt answer himself, he attempted to squeak back his reply but he was pretty sure Diego didnt speak Otter. Instead, Oscar slowly walked to him once again but coming even closer this time. Diego responded with an out stretched hand this time instead of a girlish scream. Hoping to make the little guy feel more comfortable, Oscar smelled his hand and began to rub himself on Diegos arm like a cat. “Dont do that, my cats will freak out if they smell you on me!” Oscar didnt respect diegos request and kept on rubbing. “Someone wants to be petted, doesnt he? Youre like a cat otter, an oat or maybe a cotter” The otter stopped rubbing and glared at the boy, Oscar did not like cats as they usually killed all his bird friends. “Okay okay, no more talk about cats, youre just a unique otter” Oscar squeaked a squeak of pleasure at that. He still wondered though why the boy was crying but that answer was soon to be revealed. “Im just glad somebody likes me, even if they arent human, having real friends is overrated anyways. All they do is make me feel like shit and be assholes” Diego got sad again as he said this, Oscar noticed and hopped onto the boys lap like a lapdog. The tears that had been returning to the boys eyes were quickly sent away and replaced by laughter. This pleased oscar and he let Diego know but of course, Squeaking as much as he could. After a good while Diego set the small Otter on the ground and announced he had to head home but hed be back eventually to spend more time with his best friend.
Diego kept his promise, he was back a few days later and spent a good while with Oscar. Teaching him tricks like how to roll over, sit and do all those types of things. Oscar loved it, well, he just loved having a friend because he never really got along with other otters. In a way Diego and Oscar were different species but still the same. Hell, somehow Diego even ended up officially naming him Oscar. Though his reasons for naming him Oscar were because of his looking like a hot dog. The two grew together, Diego came every saturday afternoon to visit his pal and Oscar was always there to greet him. They were best friends that no one ever knew about. Eventually Diego grew out of his awkward phase, made human friends and even got a girlfriend! But he still always came back for Oscar, and Oscar, Oscar came back for him. Though as well all know, Otters arent like humans, they dont have a long lifespan and Diego learned that the hard way. 5 years from the day they met, Diego drove down to the river and hopped out to go their usual spot. He got there and noticed something strange. No Oscar, of course this was perplexing because his little Otter friend was always on time. He knew when Diego would come, immediately his mind went to a panic as he thought the worst happened to his buddy. Thats why he stayed there his entire day waiting for a friend whod never come. Diego finally left as the sun was setting, but before he did, he took one smooth pebble from the shore they used to play on. A memento of his best friend
As time went on, old scars fade and as does pain. But the pain of losing Oscar just couldnt go away for Diego no matter what he tried or did. He felt like it was unfair his best friend had to be taken right when his life was starting to get better. He looked at the drawings he made of Oscar, he started doing them around 3 years in when he started pursuing art heavily as a passion of his. He loved doing it although he couldve sworn Oscar loved it more because whenever he saw a drawing of himself hed be so happy. He sighed as he set them back down, he wished anyone else couldve known just how awesome Oscar was. Thats when it hit him, hed remember seeing on the tv how a new local football team needed a mascot and name. You had to ship example drawings, your reasons why youd think it fit the team and your mascot design. Diego already had the drawings; what followed next was him pouring his absolute soul into a letter explaining who his late otter friend was as well as how adorable itd be to honor him as the teams mascot. He sent the letter out and just waited
He wasnt kept waiting for long as a few days later a letter came through the mail explaining how much it touched the people there and it absolutely had to be used. Diego was overcome with joy at the fact people would finally know about Oscar. He was given the chance to design the teams logo, the team was officially named the Otters and no other than Oscar the otter was it designed after. Diego has also already been given season tickets, hes there every week rooting for his favorite Otter
There you have it, the true story behind the name of the Orange County Otters. Hopefully you all enjoyed reading it as much as I loved writing it. The grammar might be off too, my apologies because im super sick right now. :cheers:
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