Daddy’s a gopher. Not the Caddyshack kind, but a Minnesota Gopher. Mommy’s a gopher when the temperature is above 30 and they’re not playing Colorado College (boo) in hockey. So, I want to be a Gopher too!
Grandpa and Grandma Dodd root for those evil Wisconsin Badgers. Who thought it was a good idea to name a school after an animal whose mating call sounds suprisingly similar to the sound a pair of corduroy pants make when you walk? At least Gophers can mess with golfers at fancy golf courses while playing tricks on Bill Murray. And we’re better at hockey. What could be more important than that?
Hey mommy, I know what I want for my 5th birthday–a trip to Mariucci Arena to watch my Gophers clobber those Badgers. That way, I’ll get to see my Gophers AND I’ll remember it. If you really love me, you can take me every year. Plus, then you could stop at Ikea before the game. At least, I heard you like that place, whatever it is. Do they make hockey players there?
Start saving, Mom and Dad. Bailey Hall, here I come……
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Grandma Diana // June 11, 2008 at 1:05 pm
Hey Zach’
You look like a cute little gopher . I suppose you’ll turn into a Viking fan too if you live in Minn. That wouldn’t be so good. You and grandpa Dodd could go into a room by yourselves to watch the games. Who knows! Maybe you won’t even like football.