to voice over artist Tim George
the part of Hank Peabody
Tim George's website to learn more
about his work
Hank Watches the San Diego Padres
from The Reeducation of a Turd Peddler
by John Henry Peabody
the friar because hes always smiling
and hitting it over the fence, said fan
Susan Baird. He represents San Diego:
Nice people, but we can kick butt when
we have to.
Sports Illustrated, 1998
I CAUGHT THE
San Diego Padres playing the Dodgers on the local Fox affiliate this
afternoon. The Padres mascot was a squat, Styrofoam likeness of
a Mission Padre, complete with the tonsure, or shaved dome, brown robe,
rope for a belt and sandalsFred Flinstone meets Junipero Serrra.
Known as the Swinging Friar, there was more
than a whiff of Walt Disney putting together a California Mission ride
To the tune of Its A Small World (After All)
the music, sung by white-frocked neophytes in brown face, might go:
Its a SPAN-ish
Its a SPAN-ish MISS-ion world!
Its a SPAN-ish MISHshun Worrrrrrld.
the road a movie with good looking, young San Gabriel Indians falling
in lovefrom separate tribesmight fit neatly between Little
Mermaid and Beauty and the Beast. They run off together
as the chaste friars and concerned aboriginal but Caucasion-drawn parents
try to stop them: Arithmetically, Ramona times Romeo
and Juliet divided by Island of the Blue Dolphins.
As the little guy waddled around, leading the stands in
folksy cheers, calling on every bit of charisma his awkward likeness
could muster, this Major League Baseball mascot struck me as a cultural
coup, part history and part Saturday morning cartoon character, with
his jutting chin and overly sunny disposition, shagging balls and dolloping
salsa on plates of Nachos.
And a swinging friar no less? With a name like that, a little
guy from Mallorca who was two centuries shy of American baseball and
couldnt even conjure the kind of world he was initiating, wasby
virtue of being a team mascotenabled to not only hit home runs,
even ground-out singlesbut enjoy drinks and romantic dalliances
with his swinger badge making way.
Watching names at bat flash across the screen, it made sense
to me that Padres baseball had guys named Ramirez, Takasano and OHara
playing for them. One day, a guy named Hiro McCarthur might be a great
pitcher playing for a Japanese franchise. I imagine him being of European
descent but fully Japanese, culturally and linguistically. This McCarthur
short stop, playing for Yokohama, could also be a Hapa Haoli: his father
American and white, his mother Japanese, etcetera, vice
versa, or inside-out. The Padres will pick him up and the rest will
be the colonial math any one who drives down Highway 101 can do any
day of the week, in or our of baseball season.
San Diego Padres
Island of the Blue Dolphins