I’m officially obsessed.
Last weekend, we headed to the sunny state of Oregon and subjected Dave to his first live Oregon football game. USC was on the agenda and I was pumped. I haven’t attended a Duck game since, well, they stunk ass. Go figure I leave home, only to have their football team FINALLY begin to excel, to head to Colorado, at the point when their football team begins to digress. I blame this phenomenon for my allegiance to Oregon and 2nd billing to Colorado. It is hard to explain, but when the Ducks played a red hot Buffs team in the Fiesta Bowl a number of years back, the ultimate decision had to be made. And I made it, in favor of the Ducks, with little hesitation. And with that, I can never look back. Also with that, I am pretty sure I lost some CU friendships, but what can I say……my friends don’t keep me warm in bed at night during the fall season, Duck football does. Let’s move on, because this is getting uncomfortable, and by uncomfortable, I mean wearing tight jeans after eating two burritos uncomfortable.
First order of business at the tailgate was to get us some bright yellow shirts. Dave has been drooling over this possibilty for many a week, and $50 was burning a hole in my pocket. After carfeully deliberation, the shirts were selected and drinking could begin.
We tailgated with my parents, brother, his girlfriend and a bunch of my parents friends. The owners of the motorhome get in line at 3 am…yes, 3 am, in order to be the first people into tailgate. Their dedication is what made our tailgating experience awesome. Tacos, cocktails, apps, beer….all of the necessities for a fine morning tailgate.
Duck fans were everywhere, although there were few Trojan fans to be had. It is a sad state of affairs when your fans are apt to travel less because you have one loss (two after the day I am documenting) and your hopes for the National Championship are a distant memory. Get some loyalty people. Look at the Cubbie fans. I’ve been forced onto that slow train to nowhere for only 7 years and I already have bed sores.
Ah, on that unpleasant note, this seems like an appopriate time to announce the best game day shirts available for purchase:
- My Dixon Your Booty
- OJ Was A Trojan
It’s true.
Anyway, I won’t bore you with a play by play of the game, because I find that bothersome to read in blogs. The game was a fast paced mix of euphoria, nervousness and praying. It was a pretty similar feeling to playing PhotoHunt at the bar…you know, watching the time run out and you still need to find the 5th discrepency between the two pictures, only to find out that the chick’s hair is a wee bit longer in the 2nd picture. Actually, I guess that was a terrible analogy, but the game was packed full of excitment. Obviously the Ducks won, or instead of blogging about it, I would still be in a fetal position in the gravel parking lot of the stadium near the portapotties.
Judging by this pictures and most pictures on my blog, it is almost as if I don’t even care how I look anymore. What an embarrassment. Look at myself. Shame is my middle name.
So, for the past week or so I have been fretting over this weekend. The Ducks have been getting a lot of recognition by the media, which is nice, but I always prefer for the team to fly under the radar. Even GameDay is making a 2nd trip to Eugene, which is surprising, since I thought they only pulled out those stops for the SEC. Just please, I beg you, do not put us on the cover of Sports Illusrated.
What has two thumbs, likes beer and will be blowing her duck lips come 4:45 MT this Saturday?
This Gal.
