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All Fun & Satire The 9 to 5 Issue

Frankie B. Bold: Inside the life of Toronto’s most misunderstood mascot

By Luis Ramirez-Liberato

Disclaimer: You must be a real BIRD BRAIN to think The Eyeopener’s got the pull to interview the real Frankie the Falcon.

I arranged to interview Frankie B. Bold in a diner called Three Coins in some podunk town. Frankie arrived 15 minutes late and blamed it on “air traffic.” His handshake gripped like a python and he seemed tired from the drive up here. We sat down. He drank his coffee black and ordered two steaks, six strips of bacon and a slice of cherry pie. It was 8:30 in the morning.

I am conscious of the fact that Frankie may have only accepted to do this interview to save face in the public eye. Last month, it was an altercation on the ice with Brock University’s Boomer the Badger. The month before that, he was on Instagram fighting with a pigeon in Alexandra Park. Some people think the pressure of the job is getting to the Bold mascot, while others might think he’s just not the bird for the job.

Frankie has decided to set the record straight and open himself up to the world. The bird behind the beak and the face of Toronto Metropolitan University sat down with The Eyeopener last week with one goal in mind: to let the world know that Frankie is tired but still giving this job his all.

The following responses have been translated from bird-speak and edited for length and clarity.

A: I just want to stay where I am right now. It’s a solid gig with good money, good pay and honest work. I’m adjusting to city life but the only plan I’m looking forward to is moving the family out downtown.

A: London, Ont.

A: I know. I’m ready for a change of scenery.

A: I have two beautiful bird babies and I get a lot of time to spend with them. I’m only needed in Toronto for sporting events and campus tomfoolery, so I can work around my wife’s busy schedule taking care of the kids.

A: She’s Turkish, not a turkey.

A: That said, dating outside your species is hard but you do it out of necessity. There aren’t many nine-foot-tall birds walking around.

A: I think there will always be jealous people. But in my circles, amongst the people I work alongside, we are all proud to see a colleague succeed.

A: Man, I hate that guy.

A: It really hurts. And honestly, when it happens, it’s the worst part of my day—even my week. I’m part of these large social bird movements—migrations we sometimes call them in academia—that are working to educate the public on the harm this kind of rhetoric can have on members of our community.

A: Pigeons built this city. I have nothing but love for my pigeon brothers and sisters.

A: Honestly, it’s not. It’s strange. I am so satisfied as a family man and a provider but when I think about everything I wanted to do, I realize how little I accomplished. I spend so many nights up alone waiting for my wife to come home. I find myself clocking in hours in front of the television screen buck naked aside for my bird undies. It really gets me thinking, is this the star I want to be? There’s only so many hours a man can spend optimizing the efficiency of his farm before he asks himself about the legacy he’s going to leave behind.

A: Not so great, but taking each day one long talon at a time.

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