From an article in the NYT Sunday Review:
"Earlier this year, I took my kids to see a soccer match in Paris. Along with practically everyone else in the stands, we chanted "Allez le Bleus"--Go Blues--to cheer on the French team.
But a few minutes into the game, my 6-year-old started to look uncomfortable. "Mommy, it's not les 'blooes,' it's les 'bleuh,'" he whispered."
So the next time you're at at a Michigan game and the guy next you wearing maize and blue is repeatedly and rabidly shouting 'gabluh,' politely whisper in his ear, it's 'Allez le Bleus.'
"Earlier this year, I took my kids to see a soccer match in Paris. Along with practically everyone else in the stands, we chanted "Allez le Bleus"--Go Blues--to cheer on the French team.
But a few minutes into the game, my 6-year-old started to look uncomfortable. "Mommy, it's not les 'blooes,' it's les 'bleuh,'" he whispered."
So the next time you're at at a Michigan game and the guy next you wearing maize and blue is repeatedly and rabidly shouting 'gabluh,' politely whisper in his ear, it's 'Allez le Bleus.'
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