Surprisingly mild. What happened to the legendary Griz swagger to relentlessly rub a troll's nose in a loss? I really respected the no-f*cks-given smack from you guys over the last few years and now you're too busy giving each other body positivity encouragement and telling goatcreekgriz that identifying as trans before puberty is an informed decision...
One of my favorite Griz stories that I'm not sure would happen today - Yes it's long and yes, cool story bro.
I tended bar at a place called Chaser's when I was in Moscow in the 90's. You might remember it, puss was everywhere. Anyway, these proud student Griz fans come rolling in proudly wearing griz gear, not necessarily knowing that it was where the, ah, the urban athletes liked to go because, again, crawling with puss. Anyway, I give each of them a free prairie fire (tequila and tabasco) as a "welcome" gift. Then, a dramatic shift in the power dynamic occurs. 5 guys in a row ordered a double JD and a pitcher of beer. Anyway, they shoot the whiskey and drink out of the pitchers instead of wasting time with beer glasses because that's how fast the beer went down. I look over at an outstanding LB alum and he just says "they came to play."
Do those Griz still exist?