In a letter penned to a Pittsburgh Pirates executive, Bill Crawford's mom details what exactly went down at the 1992 Reagent Square Picnic:
"Dear Mr. Cerrone,
Physically assaulted by the Pirate Parrot at the Reagent Square Picnic. His behavior was hostile - if he weren’t in costume, I’d be suing him for assault. Very overpowering moves, hard hitting, had me in three headlocks. Blew his nose on me, put me in a headlock after I looked him in the eye (or beak) and told him I didn’t want a hug it was fuel to his fire, he ignored my words and came at me with vengeance. He had me in a headlock and bent my head and neck down to my lap - I broke away from him and angrily told him I did not find this to be funny. He was so klutzy that he had knocked some food off the table and caused pop cans to spill - people actually had to get up from the table to avoid being wet from spilled soda. When I tried to get up is when he blew his nose on me and put me in a second head lock - I was furious now. He knew it but he continued the “play” - he then grabbed my cigarettes and lighter and began to run away with them. I got up and ran after him - I grabbed onto his arm and I didn’t let go. He told me to “let go of the f****** costume.” I told him to drop the f****** cigs.
By now we were out of the grass and onto a paved road in the park, still in everyone’s view. When I wouldn’t let go of the suit, he grabbed me in another headlock and while doing so he punched me in the mouth. I was so shocked that I let go to grab my mouth. He then ran from me and into the ice ball concession stand (for about the third time) and threw my cigs and lighter. I was so stunned by what had just happened that I had to sit down. Someone went to get me ice because my lips began to swell immediately. I was shaking.
I have never been overpowered in my life. I was shaking and I was furious. People that saw this came over in disbelief. I wanted this man to know I felt his behavior was inappropriate and he was definitely out of line. I waited (with three other people) for him until he changed his clothes. I wanted to see him face to face. I wanted him to see my face and let him know what he done to me. He apologized and said he was just playing. I said b******. My internal alarm went off - this wasn’t play!"