Like the Pope, ANIMAL’s street teamâ€”aka two girls from Craigslistâ€”went to Yankee Stadium on Sunday afternoon on a mission from God. And like his Holiness Pope Benedict XVI, the ANIMAL marketing squad was filled with tender loving kindness for our fellow man. In fact, our cup so runneth over with mercy that we distributed 5000 special edition Pope-ylactics to help prevent the spread of sexual transmitted diseases. The big H, in particular. (That shit’s everywhere.)
Unfortunately, several attendees misunderstood our intention. They thought we were trying to prevent unwanted pregnancies, which they cited as an affront to god.
“Pregnant?” we asked one kindly old woman. “How can a priest get an altar boy pregnant?”
By no means were we the only anti-Papists in attendance, as proven by the signs and shirts bearing slogans that ran from the sublime (“Fuck the Pope”) to the ridiculous (“Sexual Abuse of Little Boys and Girls is Soul Murder” — girls?!). We had a grand time mingling with our fellow godless fornicators â€“ until we saw the discarded wig. Did it mean a suicide bomber had been thwarted and threw down his wig in frustration, opting for Rock of Love 2’s reunion show over the 21st century’s first Papacide? Or was the polyester just making his scalp itch? To play it safe, we got back in the Potmobile and…well, watched the Rock of Love 2 reunion show.
Here, a few of the best shots from the day.