Hubby’s riding a football high. This weekend, his beloved Montana State Bobcats won a hard-fought battle against their archrivals, the Montana Grizzlies. More importantly, they tied two other teams for the Big Sky Championship and got a bye for the first round of FCS playoffs.
An alum of MSU, Hubby’s been a Bobcat fan for half a century, as are most of his relatives and friends. Since Wyoming has only one university, I find it hard to comprehend the depth of an in-state rivalry. I’m still amazed when I overhear a conversation like: My grandson’s got a terrible coach. He’s a Griz, you know. Incredibly, this statement is answered with a sympathetic nodding of the head!
Cats don’t feel any more sympathy for the Griz when they lose than the Griz feel when the Cats lose. The victory’s too sweet, I guess. Maybe because I’ve only been a Bobcat for years, not decades; or because I knew that the Grizzlies’ season was over and many of their hard-working, talented players would never play football again; or because I’ve never played football (except one hilarious backyard game on my son’s birthday) but do know what it feels like to be embarrassed by my own mistakes or crushed by others’ hurtful words—don’t tell Hubby!—I feel a bit sorry for the Griz.
A Message from the high and towering God, who lives in Eternity, whose name is Holy: "I live in the high and holy places, but also with the low-spirited, the spirit-crushed, and what I do is put new spirit in them, get them up and on their feet again.” –ISAIAH 57:15