More Garfoose Facts:

1. *A Garfoose could beat Chuck Norris in a fight.
   

1. *Garfooses are ticklish.
   

1. *Garfooses get their yellow pigmentation from eating Bananalopes that roam the outskirts of the grove.
   

1. * The Garfoose has no known predators.
   

1. *Garfooses love children, especially the ones that taste like Garfooseberries.
   

1. *Garfooses are, by default, fans of baseball
   

1. *Garfooses make good pets if socialized from an early age.
   

1. *Garfooses have X-ray vision.
   

1. *The Garfoose’s favorite book is
   

   The Bullpen Gospels.

1. *I reserve the right to make up more random stuff about Garfooses anytime I want!
   

1. *This is the official webpage for news about the Garfoose and all his cool goings on.

It’s hard to explain how the Garfoose got started. He’s just one of those ideas that pops into your head when it’s late, you’re bored, and you’ve had too much sugar. I guess it really doesn't matter how ideas like Garfooses happen, but what you do with them once they start to hungrily roam your mind. That was a year ago...

Currently, the Garfoose is more than an idea. He has taken shape as a character in my world. The Garfoose, a fire breathing, magically empowered, indestructible, wifi enabled, half giraffe half moose is the protector of the sacred Baseball Grove where the world’s most perfect baseballs are found, hanging in bunches upon baseball trees (the best baseballs are 100 percent organic, grove grown, Garfoose protected balls- in case you didn’t know).

Garfooses don’t consider baseballs as the toy you and I do. To them, a baseball is just another Garfooseberry- Garfoose’s most favorite snack. They protect them tirelessly, and have developed quite the reputation for it. Sure, science has tried to replicate the perfect craftsmanship of nature’s baseball design, but science can’t replicate the magic packed into each Garfoose Grove ball, the kind that makes championship games so, well, magical.

Thus, the MLB continues to send crack teams of would be ball harvesters (mostly indigenous monks who know the terrain) into the grove. Occasionally, they make it out with a few Garfooseberries- only enough for the most important games. The price they pay is heavy, but is it worth it?

The Garfoose made his first literary appearance in annals of Baseball America about year ago. Since, he’s been a very popular topic of conversation. People ask who or what does he eat? What does he do for fun? Can I ask him to eat my college professors? I don’t have all the answers, but I hope to find them. I am, after all, what scholars consider a Garfoosologist (not to brag, but I am the world’s foremost leader on the subject of Garfooses). Stick around long enough and you may learn a thing or two about the most sophisticated, ferocious, cuddly, and inspiring beast there ever was. For example, if you decided to delve into the field of Garphoosolgy, let me know when you see me at a game, and I’ll draw a Garfoose on your baseball, I mean, Garfooseberry. Our little way of showing we are colleagues in a very niche field.

Also worth noting, Garfooses are charitable animals, and hope to someday be the face or namesake of a special-needs charity. They are also fashionable and are working on T-shirts for their Garfoosey friends to wear. And, finally, they have literary aspirations of their own children’s book- page after page of illustrated Garfoosey goodness. Check back here often to keep posted on all the latest Garfoose developments! You can even follow the Garfoose on Twitter!