Saskatchewan is 4-0. Kill me. Kill me now.
For those who don’t know, the current Grey Cup (sweet Jesus take me now, lord!) champions are on a victory streak that hasn’t been equalled by them since 1970. I am currently listening to my wife rant and rave about George Reed and Kent Austin and last year and she is (as is always the case with “them”) getting louder as midnight approaches.
I try to explain to my wife it’s all a fluke. Take the fact that their last two victories came specifically because of two of the weirdest damn calls (in the end zone of course, because if it’s Biblical where the hell else would it be?) that both (incredibly) went in their favor. It does no good, they don’t hear you, it’s like they have their own language.
I have watched the Saskatchewan Roughriders play football since childhood and this is very strange. Weird. Real weird. End of the world weird. Finally (after 38 long years) catching the Superball you threw in the air in 1970 weird.
I can tell you one thing: I don’t like it. Not one damn bit.