It's a PANDA!

The best part is when he tells the cheerleaders they "just don't want any fresh ideas." When I was in high school, our cheerleaders regularly misspelled the name of our mascot on their spirit posters. Like E-A-G-L-E-S is some kind of unfathomable word puzzle. Mascots get no respect, but, when you think about it, it isn't a bad gig for skinny white boys with above average height and close to zero athletic ability.  Better than being in the band!  Since I'm already in possession of several overpriced, potentially useless degrees, I don't need to enroll at AIU anytime soon, but props to them for amusing me for about a minute and a half. Plus I learned some new dance moves. Now if only I had occasion to spike a football in my daily life.