I own far too many pieces of Fighting Sioux apparel to just simply throw them out. So until they eventually wear out or I spill motor oil on them while I’m wrenching on my vehicle, I will continue to wear my stuff. But with the nickname going by the wayside on January 1st, I decided that it would be appropriate if CJ the dog shed (pun intended) his Fighting Sioux collar. It was also timely because Bro#3, a staunch NDSU Bison fan, fresh off a trip to Frisco, TX, continually harasses CJ and his collar.
So I tried to take the collar off and CJ
tried to bite me declined. I tried to explain the NCAA and Big Sky Conference ramifications to him, and he just stared at me and then went and stood by his food dish. I guess we’re at a real standoff.