Boomer Grigsby was signed by the Fins to mainly be a member of the special teams and to compete for the fullback position. But already he’s gaining cult status in Fins Nation. Grigsby is known as a guy who likes to smash shit with his head. He doesn’t want the football. He just wants to smash shit with his head. Put anything in his path: a nose tackle, a linebacker, a plate-glass window, a stack of watermelons, a brick wall, a World War II era army tank, what have you, and he’ll run at it at breakneck speed and ram himself into it head-first. He’s a fucking loon, this guy. And I’m absolutely loving him.
But before you go dismissing Grigsby as some mindless nut running around, foaming at the mouth, eating his chinstrap, and defecating on some random cheerleader’s foot, there’s this: Grisby attended Harvard Business School. So not only can he beat the ever living shit out of you if you so much as look at him in a way he deems unnecessarily unpleasant and unacceptable, he can also outsmart you right out of your pants. That’s what I call badass.
Oh, and if he asks to borrow your car, don’t expect it back. He once lent his car to a friend for an interview. The friend gave Grigsby his mother's car to use in the meantime. Grigsby eventually crashed the car into a steel pole going 50 MPH after the vehicle slid on a rain slicked road. While the passenger in the car checked himself to see if he was still alive, Grigsby got out, said “That was awesome,” and began to dance. One guy sits in a heap of twisted metal with an underwear full of shit and a bad case of whiplash, while the other guy does a shim-sham in the middle of the road because he's too jacked up to do anything else.
Yup, he’s a fucking loon. And he’s all ours.
