Originally posted by Arpon Basu in the Toronto StarEven though his team is getting ready to pack the moving truck, there will be no funeral for Youppi, the Montreal Expos' beloved mascot.
A veritable cult figure in Quebec, Youppi! his name officially includes an exclamation point will live on in some form after the Expos set up shop in Washington, D.C., Expos vice-president Claude Delorme said.
"Youppi will not die with the death of the Expos," he said.
Delorme said the new ownership group in Washington could decide to bring Youppi along with the rest of the Expos.
If not, Delorme said he has received interest from some individuals in Quebec who would look to buy the mascot's name and persona from the club.
"People identify with Youppi; he's been the one constant with the Expos," Delorme said. "So these people realize the value this mascot has."
The orange mascot of ambiguous species has been riling up Expos fans at Olympic Stadium since 1979 and he is often the most popular attraction in the park for young and old alike.
Originally posted by The Washington PostMLB sources in Montreal this week confirmed that Youppi -- the inscrutable, fuzzy, orange creature who graced Expos games in Montreal for all these years -- will be accompanying the franchise to Washington in some form next season.
Originally posted by redsoxnationPerhaps Youppi! will be used as compensation for the Orioles, who can then use him as an upgrade over Lee Mazzilli as manager.
I don't think Red Sox fans are allowed to make fun of other teams' managers until two weeks after we throw Terry Francona into Boston Harbor.
Originally posted by DEAN~!- Booker T stands like a statue in the ring. Paul London runs around the ring, bouncing off the ropes, jumps up and sticks his knees around Booker T ears and Powerbombs himself. London gets up and takes Booker T's hand and balls it up into a fist. He then extends Booker T's arm before hitting the ropes and smashing nose first into Booker T's fist. Paul, bleeding profusely, climbs onto Booker T's shoulders and dives into the second row- landing shoulder first onto the fixed chairs, getting more hardway color from his quickly sweeling upper lip. London runs into the ring and opens up Booker T's fist and raises it up to his face, as if Booker T was staring into his own hand. London when dives over the turnbuckle face first into the Spanish Announcers table. After the countout, London comes back into the ring and lays Booker T down on the ground while bending Booker's arms and legs and then spins him around. We go to a commercial for those burning Trojan condoms.