azzu gets in your blood. When my wife first came to Pullman, she spent her first Apple Cup in a café downtown studying and was confused by the unusually large number of parked cars compared to the unusually small number of people downtown. (I’m being kind here — she was alone.) Four years later, she only pronounced the word “Huskies” with an f, and to this day, she takes Coug losses harder than I do.
Pullman does that to a person.
I grew up singing the Cougar fight song in a knee-length Ryan Leaf jersey in my sixth-grade classroom, hitching rides to home games from my … let’s go with “enthusiastic” uncle (he had a not-insignificant run as a recurring villain on Softy’s radio show, so I’m not kidding here).