In honor of NBA's opening day being a week from now, I've decided to shed some light on an injustice that has been swept under the rug like so many shameful acts before it. I'm talking about the firing of my beloved Golden State Warriors mascot, Thunder. Why was he fired you ask? Turns out there is nothing in the rules that prevent a new team from adopting the namesake of an already existing (and licensed!) part of the NBA. Now I've never met any Okla
homieans (not my homies) but I fucking hate your guts. Because of your sorry ass team's new name, we are short one mascot. And not just any mascot, the illest mascot in the business. This cat will dunk for you, shoot t-shirts at your face, serve you a pizza,
then serve your ass on the dance floor. No good can come of his premature departure but I keep hope alive that he might one day return.
I believe.
Enjoy. (disclaimer: this is not an enjoyable piece)
(thunder-cat)
He's semi-naked because he's been stripped of his uniform and any identifying trademarks of the Warriors. I'll see you in hell Clay Bennett.
Bonus!
Watch Thunder light Harry the Hawk up like a newport.
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