Griz Nation

Every once in a while when the planets align and the wind changes, we get to have a Griz game at night under the lights. It's during the playoffs and the stakes are high, and Montana has rallied behind its team.

I was one of many rally-ers at that game screaming, jumping, singing, dancing, booing, cheering. For better or worse, the student section is packed to impossible capacity for these games, and we had the misfortune of standing on the stairs getting herded around like sheep.

I got an elbow to the head, a spit sunflower seed to the nose, a foot getting trod on more than I could count-and it was the best game I've been to in four years.

Griz won, by the way. Hello, Texas!