Someone on there had a great analogy about being a Griz fan:
“Loving the Griz is similar to loving Marlboro Reds. You accept that your life might be shortened but goddamnit you love those Saturday game days the same way you love a cowboy killer after a few beers.”
Might as well be Shakespeare.
(I edited it a touch. He said Marb Lights, but cowboy killers are the reds.)
“Loving the Griz is similar to loving Marlboro Reds. You accept that your life might be shortened but goddamnit you love those Saturday game days the same way you love a cowboy killer after a few beers.”
Might as well be Shakespeare.
(I edited it a touch. He said Marb Lights, but cowboy killers are the reds.)
