Some poor, innocent child is being subjected to his parents sick mullet needs. Brady Arneson is only three, and yet his fate as an aspiring toothless, puck-chasing French-Canadian is sealed.
And while this is certainly the cutest mullet I have seen, does it really merit winning an award for best mullet? Is this the best Minnesota has to offer? Having spent time in its dairy laden bosom, I say nay.
Looks like this is more about the Arneson's greedy desire to create some sort of shameful familial legacy.
Mullets are a family tradition for the Arnesons -- Brady's older brother Blake won the same award in 2005. Their father Scott Arneson also had a mullet as a child.