Dear Fresno Grizzlies,
You are receiving this column today as formal statement, on the record, seeking reconciliation for a previous column, when we may have described your newfound relationship with the Houston Astros as the worst idea since buying the kid a fire-ant farm without its encasing for Christmas.
Some of us insinuated that all the Triple-A titles and victories in all the world would never produce a single Astros fan in these here parts, because we are a Valley of Giants fans (identifiable by the three World series rings this decade), Dodgers fans and four A’s followers.
We may have even suggested that your idea of planting an Astros farm on our soil deserved to fall down a swallow hole, tethered to a flaming nitroglycerine plant.
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Well, now that us Giants fans are watching your former Grizzlies stick it to the Dodgers in behalf of the Houston Astros – Brad Peacock, my man! – we just want to say we are sor … sorr … we regret any potential miscalculation on our part.
Now, park the truck and pass the tacos.
The ’Stros are my Bros
Pleasant problem – Looks like the Fresno State wrestling team must go on without one of its prize recruits, Clovis High state champion Josh Hokit.
Blame it on the Fresno State football team for refusing to lose with dignity.
Hokit plays fullback for the football Bulldogs, which means he’ll be playing 11-on-11 until Christmas because Jeff Tedford’s basketful of unbeatables insists on going to a bowl game.
No need for Fresno State wrestling to cancel its comeback. The last time it waited for a fullback to join the lineup in midseason was in the ’90s, when some NFL Pro Bowler named Lorenzo Neal made wrestling All-American.
Fridays are for (prep) football – The best part about Fresno State football being so unwatchable the previous two years?
ESPN left this year’s Bulldogs alone on Fridays. All the more reason to hit up your local high school this week for a season-ending rivalry game,
My family’s going to catch Porterville v. Monache, but only because our Porterville home isn’t Tulare enough to catch Tulare and Tulare Western in the Bell Game matchup of 10-0 teams.
Grab a bleacher seat. Stand for the anthem. And at all costs, go Selma Bears, because a Kingsburg victory is a lousy alternative.
Winning? It’s OK, we guess – What kind of NFL franchise would ask their fans, with a straight face, in a verifiable survey, “How important is winning to your stadium experience?”
The kind with an owner named Jed York, who fired the only winning coach in his miserable tenure as the 49ers dismantler-in-chief. Because, if winning was what mattered most, Jimmy Harbaugh would still be winning playoff games in Santa Clara.
Go ahead and put York down for a “not much” as we all enjoy the 49ers’ journey to 0-7.
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