Off to the Grey Cup
So there I am, Sunday, midnight in the main terminal of the Regina airport with a bunch of green wearing, pom-pom waving Rider fans singing Green is the Color, chanting we want the Cup! and let's not forget the favorite taunt of Rider fans…Hennn-reeeee.
And then it hit me. We're off to the Grey Cup. And holy cow, I'm off to the Grey Cup. And who would have thunk it?
I reread my last column on the Western Final and was kind of interested to compare it to how the game broke down. The Stamps did build up an early, but not insurmountable lead, and the Riders did get into Henry Burris' head. And in the end, the fact the Riders are not whiny egotistical crybabies is why they left Calgary with a 20-16 win and a date with Montreal on Sunday in the Grey Cup.
I've never gone to the airport to welcome the Riders back before, but the expressions of the players and coaches faces as they came off the plane were worth it. They were surprised and thankful, and the expressions of passengers coming in from a flight from Toronto were priceless. Who were all these people and why were they wearing all this green?