So Saskatchewan is in the Grey Cup (Canuck version of the Superbowl, with fewer nipple extravaganzas) against Winnipeg (boo Winnipeg, no one likes you).
And the Grey Cup this year is in Toronto. And I’m LOVING it! I was just out and about for this evening and let me tell you, the downtown core is filled with my prairie people! I’m going crazy, I love it, I love my folks from back home! So far, I’ve approached six total strangers and talked to them about Sask and wished them a good time here in Toronto.
People from Sask love to talk about Sask, and they’re all advertising the fact by walking around in green wigs, green shirts, green toques, and Roughriders jerseys.
I’m loving it. I don’t think I’ll sleep tonight, I’ll just roam the city trying to connect with my prairie counterparts and talk good old prairie things, like beer, wheat, tractors, weather and cow tipping.
Oh yeah, Go Roughriders! Btw, the title of the post is the first line of a song I remember singing back home in 1989, the last time the Riders won the cup. I don’t remember the rest of the song. If you’re from Sask, feel free to educate me in the comments section.