A Griz Fan is drinking in an Amherst bar when he gets a call on his cell phone. He hangs up, grinning from ear to ear, and orders a round of drinks for everybody in the bar announcing his wife has produced a typical Griz baby boy weighing 25 pounds.

Nobody can believe that any new baby can weigh in at 25 pounds, but the Griz Fan just shrugs, “That’s about average back home, folks, like I said, my boy’s a typical Griz baby boy.

Congratulations showered him from all around, and many exclamations of “WOW”! One woman actually fainted due to sympathy pains.

Two weeks later, he returns to the bar. The bartender says, “Say, you’re the father of that typical Griz baby that weighed 25 pounds at birth.

Everybody’s been making bets about how big he’d be in two weeks. So how much does he weigh now?”

The proud father answers, “Seventeen pounds.”

The bartender is puzzled, concerned, and a little suspicious. “What happened? He already weighed 25 pounds the day he was born!”

The Griz father takes a slow swig from his beer, wipes his lips on his shirt sleeve, leans into the bartender and proudly says, “I had him circumcised!”

Go Griz!