No, in fact, I won it! KGB Radio sued in 1979 to bar me from ever working again in any chicken suit, but instead, the courts ruled in my favor. To this day and forever, I’ll be known as The San Diego Chicken. Yet at times, for marketing purposes, in other major league towns where San Diego may be a rival, I’m referred to as The Famous Chicken. The thinking is fans’ rooting interests in Oakland, San Francisco, Kansas City, Seattle and such won’t be conflicted by a guest from a competing league town.

The way I look at it, I’m a Chicken for all people, kind of like the new National Bird (ok, so what’s the bald eagle done lately?) Think of my dual names in the same way as Chevrolet and Chevy, Coca Cola and Coke or New York City and Gotham.