Griz-Cat Quote

October 15th, 2005 | by Craig |

For those of you not in Montana who might not know, the Griz-Cat football game is one of the oldest and most lively rivalries in college sports.

The first one I ever went to was the last one that the Bobcats won in the 20th century, and it was a lot of fun to see people milling about talking to each other in the parking lot, then calling each other the most vile stuff inside the stadium.

Anyway, I bring that up just to point out this story which contains the following quote:

Saenz didn’t really know what to expect coming to the Big Sky country. He was quickly initiated into Montana style football when he went to Bozeman as a freshman redshirt: “I was on the sideline. I remember we scored a touchdown and I was standing next to another redshirt freshman. I put my hands in the air and yelled touchdown and I was clapping.”

This was nothing out of the ordinary until “I turned around and this old lady, she must have been 70 or 80 and she looks at me, points at me and then gives me the bird,” Saenz said laughing at the memory of Montana’s intense rivalry.

Welcome to Montana, Saenz. “I remember thinking that I love this place,” he said.

Perfect.

  1. One Response to “Griz-Cat Quote”

  2. By JP on Oct 15, 2005 | Reply

    It reminds me of the joke about the Cat and the Griz, both driving opposite directions down the road, and the subsequent accidental head-on collision.

    As the two collegiate rivals stumble from the wreckage, they realize they are both shook up, but unharmed.

    “Wow, that was a miracle,” said the Griz fan.

    “Yeah, no kidding,” said the Cat fan. “For all our differences and rivalries in sports, we should both be thankful we’re okay and survived this crash.”

    “I agree,” said the Griz. “In fact, I’m so relieved I’m going to drink a toast to our friendly rivalry and more importantly, our sheer luck in surviving this wreck.” He then proceeded to pull a flask out from behind the seat of his crumpled truck.

    He offered the flask to the Cat fan, who hoists it, takes a long pull, and hands it back to the Griz. The Griz fan caps it and sets it on the ground at his feet.

    “Aren’t you going to have a drink, too?” asked the Cat fan.

    “I sure am,” said the Griz. “Right after the Highway Patrolman leaves.”

    Heh.

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