We had a bird in my house growing up — a cockatiel. It could speak, sort of. On rare occasions, it would mumble, “Birdy, birdy, birdy,” to the amazement of anybody in the room at the time. (This always struck me as unimpressive. No one would be wowed by a guy that just said, “Human. Human,” all the time.) But no one much cared for Birdy (we let her name herself). She was a biter. Also, my dad was told she was a male when he bought her, but then one day she laid eggs. No one likes a bird that makes a fool of you by changing sexes.
Anyway, after Birdy, I’m not much for birds. But I could totally get behind Moko, a grey African parrot and, apparently, a Vancouver Canucks fan.
I mean, granted, Moko’s a parrot, so he’s just copying everyone around him, he has little idea what hockey is nor any real interest in it and he probably couldn’t name a single player. (In that sense, Moko is a lot like many season ticketholders.) But it’s still comforting to know that the Canucks’ supporters extend to the avian kingdom. Next time someone tells you the Canucks are the most hated, scoff and ask them if they even asked a single bird.
Bandwagon fandom aside, Moko has several other things in common with the citizens of Canuck nation. For instance, consider the moment at 0:30, when Moko’s owner interrupts his cheering with a “You tell them, baby” and he flashes her a five-second death stare. I recognize that face. That’s the “Shut up, I’m watching hockey” face.
Additionally, like any good Canucks fan, Moko is also prone to crises of identity and self-worth while watching games, which is why he tells himself he’s a good boy constantly. We’re a very insecure fanbase.Tags: Hardcore Canucks Fans, The YouTubes