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Martyup-
  That write-up gave me goosebumps!  You are the MAN/WOMAN!

  Now I feel that my prediction is puny and timid.

I will cherish events as they unfold.  I never thought I would live long enough to experience Stanford football with even a reasonable consideration that games might be part of a quest for a National Championship.  Maybe they will this year.  Maybe they won't.  It doesn't change the fact that it is a relevant thought.

As a long time, mostly silent fan, I have developed a certain amount of reserve regarding my favorite team.  For years I have assured well-wishers that we go to the Rose Bowl about once every 25 years or so.  I was shocked but not surprised over our epic epset in 2007.  We are Stanford and do rise up once in awhile.  Then in 2009 I was shocked and a bit surprised, not at the win but Harbaugh's audacity.  This was great but didn't the fool realize this was Stanford and while we have had our glorious moments, these things don't last?  Then the triple overtime.  I was at a wedding and just stealing glances at the bar in Pasadena.  Then stopped.  I had seen this script before.  Valiant effort, fought like warriors, fine young men, yada yada yada, but I knew the ending.  Then the earth stood still.

I remember shock.  This doesn't happen.  I checked several times.  It was true.

Now we truly are in uncharted waters.  Relatively (to me) youngsters are talking national championship.  Are they nuts?  Or am I. 

I lived through Plunkett winning and giving them the ball back deep in their own territory with only . . . Only! . . . 57 seconds left, in the Coliseum.  The damn horse came out and reared.  I was there.  We couldn't lose.  Except we did.  My new father in law, diehard Trojan fan, asked me, "how could you have lost?"  I answered truthfully, at the time.  We are Stanford.

Now, maybe, we are a new Stanford.  My hopes are high and my faith is strong, but in my heart of hearts I can't, yet, let go of the past.  Tomorrow may lay that to rest for me.  I hope so.  If we go to the Rose Bowl every 25 years or so I won't see very many more.

Go Card!

[Rally]

Martyup-
  That write-up gave me goosebumps!  You are the MAN/WOMAN!

  Now I feel that my prediction is puny and timid.

I will cherish events as they unfold.  I never thought I would live long enough to experience Stanford football with even a reasonable consideration that games might be part of a quest for a National Championship.  Maybe they will this year.  Maybe they won't.  It doesn't change the fact that it is a relevant thought.

As a long time, mostly silent fan, I have developed a certain amount of reserve regarding my favorite team.  For years I have assured well-wishers that we go to the Rose Bowl about once every 25 years or so.  I was shocked but not surprised over our epic epset in 2007.  We are Stanford and do rise up once in awhile.  Then in 2009 I was shocked and a bit surprised, not at the win but Harbaugh's audacity.  This was great but didn't the fool realize this was Stanford and while we have had our glorious moments, these things don't last?  Then the triple overtime.  I was at a wedding and just stealing glances at the bar in Pasadena.  Then stopped.  I had seen this script before.  Valiant effort, fought like warriors, fine young men, yada yada yada, but I knew the ending.  Then the earth stood still.

I remember shock.  This doesn't happen.  I checked several times.  It was true.

Now we truly are in uncharted waters.  Relatively (to me) youngsters are talking national championship.  Are they nuts?  Or am I. 

I lived through Plunkett winning and giving them the ball back deep in their own territory with only . . . Only! . . . 57 seconds left, in the Coliseum.  The damn horse came out and reared.  I was there.  We couldn't lose.  Except we did.  My new father in law, diehard Trojan fan, asked me, "how could you have lost?"  I answered truthfully, at the time.  We are Stanford.

Now, maybe, we are a new Stanford.  My hopes are high and my faith is strong, but in my heart of hearts I can't, yet, let go of the past.  Tomorrow may lay that to rest for me.  I hope so.  If we go to the Rose Bowl every 25 years or so I won't see very many more.

Go Card!