whatwolverines: (HEEHEE! 8D)
[Post-Superbowl might be a lull in sports for some. Most sports don't restart until it warms up. However, post-Superbowl time begins what Griffin considers to be the most crucial time in the great wide world of sports. The hockey season begins to fall into the greatest time of all: the Playoffs. Now, the Playoffs don't start until April, but that doesn't mean it's too early to get excited. Not to mention, for a state team who has a wonderful habit of winning the Stanley Cup, it is never too early to get excited.

To express said excitement, Griffin has found a frozen-over pond, to which he has transformed into a small makeshift rink. Clad in his favorite jersey and his helmet, he skates around in a warm-up. If anything, at least people can't make fun of him for not being athletic for the next few months.
]
whatwolverines: (So laaaaazy.)
[January 26th is a day Griffin always thinks of as his 'birthday', though he's been around longer than that, by far. In fact, it doesn't take much for him to remember being very young and staring in wonder at French ships coming into the Lakes for the first time. Yet, that extremely frigid day in January has always stuck out, moreso that any memory prior. Even his territory date never compared to the day where he was the official 26th state. That's how he always remembered: "26th on the 26th".

Yet, it wasn't exactly such a festive day, for two very important reasons.

1. It was Arctic cold that day. In fact, the day his Constitution was signed as known as the 'Frostbitten Convention'.

2. He had just been pretty much humiliated by Ohio in all forms, including legally.


if you seek a pleasant peninsula, look around you )
whatwolverines: (Griff go to bed you're ridiculous)


[Oh yeah. You see that right. Most of the state is completely snowed in (and not so long after this picture was taken off the radar, the remaining counties got it too). It's just been one of those moments where it's snowed on and off in little pockets of frigid weather, until the gods of all things meteorological decided that the Great Mitten needed something extra.

Is Griff complaining? Not a bit. In fact, if anything, today should be a holiday! Next to the glorious blizzard--and drumroll please--
]

THE LIONS BEAT THE PACKERS

Indeed, yet again, you are seeing that correctly. No, no one here is ridden with the flu (well, maybe you are), or on any hallucinogens (excluding some). The Detroit Lose-All-the-Time Lions beat the Dream Team Green Bay Packers and all on the first huge snowfall of the season.

Naturally, like he should, Griffin celebrates with drinking beer en masse, wearing a Lions shirt for the first time in what feels like centuries. Detroit was already a shrieking, near-sobbing mess when the news was announced (Griff doesn't watch the Lions anymore, but he might have to now) and then hugged his dad, also for the first time in proverbial centuries. Even though he doesn't look more than seventeen or so, Detroit's drinking as well, and laughing, and generally being good-natured about something that slowly drained his vitality even more than the economy has.

Feel free to join the Michiganders in their snow-and-football celebration! They're a fun group when they're not miserable about sports!
]
whatwolverines: (Bitch please. >:T)
[Acting like Chief of Police mixed with everything that would make someone say, "No shit, Sherlock!", Griffin stalks around, a pair of pliers in one hand and a notepad in the other, a pen hiding somewhere in his hair. Hanging over one shoulder is a messenger back, with who-knows-what inside.

While the murders only effected the one neighbor he might have exchanged ten words with in his lifetime, and another pseudo-Midwesterner, it's been enough to make Griffin feel a little on edge. Or, at least enough to want to do a little investigating of his own. Currently, he's kneeling on a huge oriental rug, ass high in the air and chest to the ground as he investigates a few threads on the rug.
]

Huh. Blood...? Or, ketchup.

[Wouldn't you know it? He sticks his finger in it and tastes it, frowning.]

Damnit, i's ketchup.
whatwolverines: (Hnf. So what. >_>)
[Few things in life make Griffin truly upset. Economic problems and Ohio, mainly. Today, one of those problems seems to have taken a new step in making him extremely upset, as with recent football announcements. Now, Griffin loves football a lot, and even his calendar has a countdown to opening day (same with hockey, and you're going down, Anaheim) with a cute little blue and gold 'M' on opening day's date. And for a long while, he was waiting for the news of when 'The Game' was going to be, being the infamous one day event where Ohio State and University of Michigan faced off and determined 364 days of either misery or happiness.

And then he got the news.

Like receiving news that a relative has died, Griffin is curled up on his couch (which somehow moved from one side of his living room to the other, but he doesn't care) and pissing and moaning like the world is going to end. It pretty much is, for him anyway. So what's this god-awful news? Well, thanks to some terrible decisions regarding football divisions...

Michigan and Ohio are playing two games.

That's two instances of fans nearly killing each other and people peeing in gas tanks and vandalism and two chances at being miserable for a year. Even the U of M-MSU rivalry hardly compares to U of M-OSU. This is a tragedy.

And so he sits, crying and raging in the midst of a temper tantrum. Any other decent year, he would probably be excited but he's had a losing streak to OSU lately, so this is devastating.
]
whatwolverines: (BEST DAY EVER! <)8D)
[Michiganders take their vacations very seriously. The second summer comes around, the lakes become like the Great Magnets and everyone miraculously gets a sunburn by the end of July. It's just how things seem to work in the natural order.

However, there are no Great Lakes/Magnets for Griffin at the moment, so he's just had to hover to the lake, as though that will somehow solve all problems. Of course, it's water, so one problem got solved. However, it just didn't feel quite like vacation yet. That is, until there was beer! Yes, when in doubt, bring out mass quantities of beer! And so after finding a rogue picnic table, he's covered it in beer bottles and any random assortment of food (which, being a bit absent-minded, led the variety to be from whitefish to cereal).

He's only slightly tipsy yet, dangling off the edge of the dock like he's going to kiss the water or something, which may not be far from the truth. It's just his 'vacation while not on vacation' sort of day. Join him if you'd like!
]
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