There’ve been some pretty bad Olympic Mascots, althought Izzy scares me the most. Take a look at the ’68 Winter Olympics mascot…. yikes! Or the ’76 Montreal Olympics mascot “The Bleeding Black Blob.”

I have fond memories of the 88 Olympics Tiger, because I actually had a statuette of it that was battery operated; when you turned it on, an attachment on its head would spin around to make the ribbon go flowing around and around. It was also good for poking out kids eyes.