The Arizona Outlaws have had a troubled history of mascots.
Their first attempt was to hire a real gunfighter. There aren’t many left these days, but they hired the best local gun they could, ‘Wild’ Wesley Watson. Though they saved a lot of effort doing it (he wore his own “costume” anyway) this turned out not to be worth it. He didn’t do much on the sidelines except sit and drink whiskey, and when he fired shots into the air to celebrate a kickoff return touchdown he was removed by security and had his contract terminated. During the subsequent tribunal, it was revealed his real name was Julian.
Their second mascot was more traditional. Cocky the Gun was a nice idea in concept (kiss my second amendment) but the mistake was made to model the suit on the pistol from the Outlaws’ old logo. Have you seen the barrel on that thing? Sheer physics meant that the poor guy wearing the handle had to be leaning backwards at all times to stay upright. Turning was impossible, and when he fell over (which he did) multiple cheerleaders had to rescue him. So Cocky was retired.
Now we have a dude in a big foam outlaw costume. He was never named, but the fans have taken to calling him Gunner, mainly to annoy the backup running back whose name they would never dream of chanting. They shout, the mascot mimes shooting, Thorbjornsson throws a bottle of Gatorade at him, and all is well. What makes him great? He’s at Arizona.
Their first attempt was to hire a real gunfighter. There aren’t many left these days, but they hired the best local gun they could, ‘Wild’ Wesley Watson. Though they saved a lot of effort doing it (he wore his own “costume” anyway) this turned out not to be worth it. He didn’t do much on the sidelines except sit and drink whiskey, and when he fired shots into the air to celebrate a kickoff return touchdown he was removed by security and had his contract terminated. During the subsequent tribunal, it was revealed his real name was Julian.
Their second mascot was more traditional. Cocky the Gun was a nice idea in concept (kiss my second amendment) but the mistake was made to model the suit on the pistol from the Outlaws’ old logo. Have you seen the barrel on that thing? Sheer physics meant that the poor guy wearing the handle had to be leaning backwards at all times to stay upright. Turning was impossible, and when he fell over (which he did) multiple cheerleaders had to rescue him. So Cocky was retired.
Now we have a dude in a big foam outlaw costume. He was never named, but the fans have taken to calling him Gunner, mainly to annoy the backup running back whose name they would never dream of chanting. They shout, the mascot mimes shooting, Thorbjornsson throws a bottle of Gatorade at him, and all is well. What makes him great? He’s at Arizona.