The Secret Service Threatened to Kill Mr Met
I thought everyone loved mascots because they are lovable? Apparently not everyone since there was a time where the Secret Service threatened to kill Mr Met if he approached Bill Clinton. No seriously, here are the details from the book “Yes, It’s Hot in Here: Adventures in the Weird, Woolly World of Sports Mascots“:
“We have snipers all around the stadium, just in case something were to happen,” he says. “Like I said, do whatever it is you normally do. Nobody will bother you. But approach the president, and we go for the kill shot. Are we clear?”
He pauses for a moment to let the words sink in, and it feels like he isn’t only looking into my eyes, but also into my very soul with his blank, unblinking stare. Then he says the same thing again, only a little bit slower this time, making sure I know his warning is not in any way to be misconstrued as some sort of gag. He’s dead serious, and if I don’t believe him, then I’ll be dead–seriously.
“Approach the president, and we go for the kill shot,” he repeats. “ARE–WE–CLEAR?”
Well thats awkward. I imagine Mr Met promptly went to the bathroom and threw up from being so scared after that. Are we sure Hillary didn’t order that because she thought Mr Met might be a girl?