I’m sure of only one thing….it tastes really sour and I haven’t had a bite yet.

No, I’m not talking about lutefisk, the smelliest form of “nourishment” on Mother Earth.

And, like lutefisk (cod that has been soaked in lye and served with clothespins firmly attached to the nose by Norwegians everywhere, at least the honest ones) there may not be a way to sweeten it up, or in any way make it edible.

Same is likely true for the dessert most often served with this hard to swallow “meal”. But I made a wager and now my chickens (crows) have come home to roost.

I’m talking about the big helping of crow, with a nice slice of humble pie to chase it down, I’m going to be consuming in the next several weeks at the very least.

Did I shoot off my vocal chords a few too many times leading up to the need to prepare for such a vile feast.

I guess so.

All I was saying, and very quietly I might add, was that the Bobcats victory in the then upcoming Brawl of the Wild was a given. Something MSU fans have come to expect. Lose to the stinky old Griz? No way!

37-7.

I will despise those numbers until the day my ashes are scattered to the wind.

As I symbolically digest each bite of crow and humble pie that no doubt lie in wait since the Unilateral Brawl of the Wild this past weekend, I will do my best to act humble, to freely admit the Griz were “the better team today”, and try not to wince too profoundly as each fork full slides down my stunned gullet.

I will find out if a “spoonful of sugar” really does make the “medicine go down, in a most delightful way”.

I suspect a truckload of sugar would not help remove the sour that lies ahead.

I was expecting 37-7, but the other way around.

I’m not sure why, for such a huge rivalry game as the Brawl has become, Montana State coaches would have chosen not to bring their defense.

Or, why the Bobcats offense would seemingly have adopted the strategy that just showing up would be enough to outscore the Griz.

Now, the Bobcats must sweat out their potential seeding in the national tournament, which at this point may be in serious final jeopardy! The Griz will get that high seed, and, gulp, deservedly so.

I should have known the day would not end up well for me and the small handful of Bobcats faithful who gathered at the VFW in Plains, brimming with confidence, if not down right cockiness, that victory was just a matter of playing the required number of minutes to make the game an official Bobcats win.

Now, my mind is a raging torrent of thoughts and innuendo cascading into a pool of swirling uncertainty.

The day began with me ducking a punch early in the morning from a hard-charging, Griz shirt wearing “guy” who was upset I had a Bobcats shirt on. I somehow managed to repel the attack and plant a haymaker on his chin...attack over, his two friends helping him to his feet and assuring me they saw it all….he attacked me.

I’m no prize fighter, but the crazed Griz fan’s big mistake was charging me on my way IN to get that first cup of coffee in the morning. I was just a humble sportswriter coming back from an early morning photo shoot for upcoming basketball articles. Now I have a swollen left paw and my assailant will not be able to chew very well for a while.

Not typical Cat-Griz behavior...my friends at the VFW were actually very gracious in victory despite a non-stop barrage of MSU insults they hurled throughout the game.

At any rate, I will not enjoy the following sentence until a chance for redemption arrives next year…. “On this day, the Griz were the better team”.

Oh God, that crow tasted horrible! I think I’ll wait on the humble pie.