Well Boomettes, another season of football is fast approaching at Vale Park and your mascot is very excited at the prospect. He doesn’t know how things will turn out on the pitch, but what he does know is that the Vale fans will be there in the stadium, cheering on the lads who play in black and gold and white.
Now Boomettes, you may all think that being the Vale mascot is an easy existence, a stress-free way of life. But let me tell you, your Boomer has many responsibilities resting heavily on his shoulders. You see Boomettes, a mascot cannot give his all to support his club without being properly fed and watered. So your Boomer needs to keep his bone stash close to him at all times, just in case he ever has a need for emergency nutrition.
And so it was Boomettes that on one mid-June day your mascot decided to re-locate his bone stash to a secure location, somewhere where his bones could lie buried, safe and un-pinchable. The location Boomettes was the centre-circle at fortress Vale Park, a place where no other hound would dare to tread.
So last week I paid a visit to Vale Park, hoping to secretly hide away my very valuable bone collection. As I walked across the pitch towards the centre-circle I could see Tom Pope at the far end of the ground practising his free-kicks.
After finally reaching my destination I dropped the rucksack containing my bone-stash and then took hold of the shovel I’d brought with me. I was just about to begin to dig a hole when all of a sudden a voice boomed out behind me:
“OI, YOU, what do you think your doing??!!”.
Turning around I saw Steve the Groundsman marching towards me, very definitely with hostile intent!! Staying calm I explained to Steve that I was here to bury some bones, and that after I’d buried them I’d re-lay the turf and his pitch would be as good as new. Boomettes, it’s safe to say that Steve was unimpressed with Boomer’s explanation. He grabbed the shovel off Boomer, and do you know what he tried to do with it Boomettes? He tried to clobber your mascot over the head with it, that’s what!
Fortunately Tom Pope had seen the situation developing and had sprinted over (well, briskly waddled over) and had managed to grab hold of the shovel before it imparted serious harm to Boomer. In that moment your mascot was very happy that Uncle Norman had re-signed The Pope for The Vale. If he hadn’t your mascot might well have been rather badly battered and bruised!
After mollifying Steve the Grumpy Groundsman, Popey suggested that it might be a good idea if your mascot found a better place to bury his bones than under the pitch at Vale Park. That sounds like good advice Boomettes, but the question is where can your Boomer keep safe his bones.
Boomettes, I shall have a think, and I’m sure that in no time at all I will have resolved this conundrum. My bones will be safe, and my energies will all be focused on cheering on the Vale to a successful campaign in the 2017-18 football league season.
Until my next Mascot’s Bulletin, stay safe, remain loyal and have Valiant beliefs,
With love, Boomer.