The Florida Panthers Mascot Is A Hit With The Ladies

It's been a pretty good year to be a Florida Panthers fan with some substantial success over the last 12 months. 

What I didn't realize is that success isn't just on the ice these days, it's in the stands too, especially with the ladies.

Specifically, as it relates to one Victor E. Rat, who knows how to make the fairer sex swoon… or at least twerk.

For the initiated, the Panthers employ not one, but two costumed mascots. One is named Stanley C. Panther, while the other is a rat named Victor E. Rat, a nod to the team's tradition of chucking plastic rats onto the ice.

It's Victor who we want to focus on because the following video of him partying it up with the ladies has been making the rounds on social media from what sure looks to me like Thursday night's game against the Columbus Blue Jackets, which the Cats won 4-0.

 Victor E., you dog… or rat… I guess.

This is why you have two mascots. Stanley C. Panther can go entertain the kids in the audience with more traditional mascotry — drums, physical comedy, maybe dumping popcorn on an opposing fan's head — while Victor keeps it a little blue to keep the adults entertained.

What an atmosphere they're cultivating in South Florida. You think it's hard playing in Vegas with Medieval Times Dinner & Tournament On Ice happening pregame? Well, then good luck playing in a building where a giant rat has female fans grinding all over him him like he's in a rap video.

Home. Ice. Advantage.

Godspeed to whichever team, winds up with the Panthers in the first round, which will probably be either the Toronto Maple Leafs or Tampa Bay Lightning (imagine that first-round match-up; egad, man). 

Florida will likely be the higher seed, so good luck stealing one game with this kind of debauchery happening in the stands.

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Matt is a University of Central Florida graduate and a long-suffering Philadelphia Flyers fan living in Orlando, Florida. He can usually be heard playing guitar, shoe-horning obscure quotes from The Simpsons into conversations, or giving dissertations to captive audiences on why Iron Maiden is the greatest band of all time.