About Me:

Name: Swoops

Birthday: 2007 (Exact date unknown, birth certificate has been lost)

Height: Tallest bird ever!

Weight: Isn't that personal?


 Once upon a time, just north of WakeMed Soccer Park I hatched along side of the railroad tracks.  As a youngster, I didn't venture far from my nest because I didn't know what was out there looming around in the dark.  During the day I had seen these strange birds walking around that were much taller than I, without any feathers except on the top of their heads.  I soon came to find out those strange creatures were not birds, but humans. 

 According to my friend Mr. Wuf, the humans rule the world, driving around in their cars, going to work everyday to make money to spend on items such as food.  All this seemed strange to me at first.  Why would someone need to work to get money for food? Whenever I'm hungry I just walk around my nest pecking at the ground for worms, and they don't cost me a thing, which means I don't have to work, so I can just play around my nest all day long! 

 As I got a little older and more adventurous I started to wander farther and farther away from my nest.  One night on my scouting trip, I decided to cross Chatham Street and see what was on the other side. I couldn't believe me eyes!  I saw lots of green grass with white lines. I was eager to come back the following day to learn what happens there.

 The next morning, I woke up and rushed over to that large area of beautiful grass I had stumbled across the night before and found a nice hiding spot in the woods where I could see everything. After a while, I noticed cars pulling up and little humans getting out and gathering on the grass.  As I watched, more and more came, each with a small object apparently called a ball at their feet, kicking it around.  These smaller humans, kids as I later found out, seemed to be having a great time.  They were running around, kicking the ball to each other while some other ones wearing different color shirts tried to steal their ball from them.  Then when the ball would get close to this large net with one kid in another color shirt standing in front of it, the kids would kick it as hard as they could trying to put it in the net. 

 All of this seemed like so much fun, so each night after everyone was gone, I would venture out and run around the field like I had watched those kids do. I would pretend I had a ball at my feet, running back and forth, passing it to my friends, taking it from the others and then kicking it as hard as I could at the net.

 Then one day my dream came true.  When I went out for my nightly practice session I noticed one kid forgot to take his ball home.  I now had my very own ball!  I began to kick the ball, to run with it at my feet and to shoot it as hard as I could into the net. I continued to practice each and every night for as long as my little legs would allow me to so that I could be as good as those kids I saw playing. 

 One night as I was out kicking my ball around, I got caught!  There was a human on the field, and he came up to me and said, “Hey, you're pretty good, I've got a job for you.”  I was interested to see what kind of job a human could have for me, a RailHawk.  The human explained to me that in this park I had been playing in, they were going to start a professional soccer team, and the team was looking for a mascot. I later came to find out that was the name of the strange game the humans were playing and I was learning to love.  He told me I'd be able to go to all the games, and practice my skills with all the players and get to play with all the kids.  This was an opportunity I couldn't pass up, so I agreed to join him so I could be apart of this game I have grown to love.

 I made my debut on Saturday, April 28, 2007, swooping onto the field and since then I have been able to play with a lot of little humans learning more and more about them and about this game they call soccer.