Actually, that doubly true, because Cincinnati Reds mascot Mr. Red was replaced last year by "Mr. Redlegs," a doppleganger with a handlebar mustache. That's a ruse that only works in cartoons and Rust Belt cities. Rather than giving ladies mustache rides, Mr. Redlegs took an ill-advised ride on a cart that resulted in him losing a ball. Or his head. Mascot anatomies are abstruse. At least we discover they flail around like chickens after having their heads cut off.
If you watch that clip on loop, it starts to resemble Sweeney Todd. Man, there are a lot of decapitations in that movie. Would it be too much to ask to get a version with Mr. Met lopping off Mr. Redlegs' dome piece? That's a little extra slang for anyone who happens to be reading from the late '90s.