The first time I saw Wilbur and Wilma was when I was about 7 years old, at my first University of Arizona football game.
I was excited as my dad, my two brothers and a friend drove in the pickup truck from Phoenix down to Tucson to watch the Wildcats take on the Sun Devils. I woke up when we got into town, just in time to look around the university and see the scenery.
We parked relatively close to the stadium, got our tickets, and my dad bought me a jersey. I pulled the blue shirt on over my UA T-shirt.
I held my hand close to my 14-year-old brother as we made our way through the crowd. With my other hand I held onto my 5-year-old brother so he wouldn’t get bumped away from us.
Our seats were about half way up, along the 40- or 50-yard line.
We were early enough to grab a snack before the game, and just as we rounded a corner, there were Wilbur and Wilma greeting fans.
I felt a little shy, hiding behind my older brother, as we waited our turn.
Wilbur and Wilma were huge. They were friendly, yet they didn’t speak. I remember looking up at them thinking, “Is this really happening?”
The Wildcats lost that day. Over the years my brother stayed a die-hard Wildcats fan. I’m a fan of the Wildcats, too, and Wilma and Wilbur are the No. 1 mascots.
See the full story and sidebar on page 3 of The Chronicle and read about what it takes to be the UA mascots, as well as how their suits have changed over the years.