11-16-2024, 08:30 PM
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Eric
"the older we get the better we were"
Beat Cal!!
11-16-2024, 10:46 PM
This seems like as good a thread as any to revive an old tradition...
The dirty golden bear is losing all his hair...
The dirty golden bear is losing all his hair...
If there's one thing people have learned in Berkeley, it's that you can't put "Cal football" and "Rose Bowl" in the same sentence. The words just don't fit. You'd be better off linking "covered wagons" with "Mars travel." (Bruce Jenkins, Cal '70, SF Chronicle, Nov. 11, 2017)
This seems like as good a thread as any to revive an old tradition...
The dirty golden bear is losing all his hair...
The dirty golden bear is losing all his hair...
If there's one thing people have learned in Berkeley, it's that you can't put "Cal football" and "Rose Bowl" in the same sentence. The words just don't fit. You'd be better off linking "covered wagons" with "Mars travel." (Bruce Jenkins, Cal '70, SF Chronicle, Nov. 11, 2017)
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11-17-2024, 10:39 AM
His eyes are made of glass.
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Put a glide in your stride and a dip in your hip.
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(11-17-2024, 01:00 PM)JJJ Wrote: So take that dirty golden bear and…
"And shove it up your .... nose"
(At least that's how we taught our kids to sing it back in the day. Always had other fans watching at we sung on Bart train while traveling to BG and they got to the ultimate line ... and then sigh in relief that 6 and 7 year olds were blissfully unaware of the ACTUAL line.)
In 1938 Neville Chamberlain declared "Peace in our time", Superman first appeared in Action Comics, Seabiscuit beat War Admiral ....... and C.a.l last won the Rose Bowl.
(This post was last modified: 11-18-2024, 01:17 PM by Leftcoast.)
(11-17-2024, 01:00 PM)JJJ Wrote: So take that dirty golden bear and…
"And shove it up your .... nose"
(At least that's how we taught our kids to sing it back in the day. Always had other fans watching at we sung on Bart train while traveling to BG and they got to the ultimate line ... and then sigh in relief that 6 and 7 year olds were blissfully unaware of the ACTUAL line.)
In 1938 Neville Chamberlain declared "Peace in our time", Superman first appeared in Action Comics, Seabiscuit beat War Admiral ....... and C.a.l last won the Rose Bowl.
11-18-2024, 02:08 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-18-2024, 02:09 PM by Spiny_Norman.)
(11-18-2024, 01:16 PM)Leftcoast Wrote:(11-17-2024, 01:00 PM)JJJ Wrote: So take that dirty golden bear and…
"And shove it up your .... nose"
(At least that's how we taught our kids to sing it back in the day. Always had other fans watching at we sung on Bart train while traveling to BG and they got to the ultimate line ... and then sigh in relief that 6 and 7 year olds were blissfully unaware of the ACTUAL line.)
When my niece was younger we taught her that we "take that dirty golden bear and throw him in the trash!" Which I hope happens on Saturday.
"We have an unwritten rule around here not to do anything stupid."
-Casey Jacobsen, Feb 3, 2000
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(11-18-2024, 01:16 PM)Leftcoast Wrote:(11-17-2024, 01:00 PM)JJJ Wrote: So take that dirty golden bear and…
"And shove it up your .... nose"
(At least that's how we taught our kids to sing it back in the day. Always had other fans watching at we sung on Bart train while traveling to BG and they got to the ultimate line ... and then sigh in relief that 6 and 7 year olds were blissfully unaware of the ACTUAL line.)
When my niece was younger we taught her that we "take that dirty golden bear and throw him in the trash!" Which I hope happens on Saturday.
"We have an unwritten rule around here not to do anything stupid."
-Casey Jacobsen, Feb 3, 2000
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11-18-2024, 08:25 PM
(11-18-2024, 03:07 PM)martyup Wrote: Anyone up for verse 2?
I'm pretty sure no one taught THAT to their kids to sing on BART.
In 1938 Neville Chamberlain declared "Peace in our time", Superman first appeared in Action Comics, Seabiscuit beat War Admiral ....... and C.a.l last won the Rose Bowl.
11-19-2024, 10:32 AM
I had forgotten that this was a thing at football games.
But apparently it is still a thing.
https://nypost.com/2024/11/18/sports/str...cup-scene/
Just in case any CardBoarders want to liven up the Big Game even more.
But apparently it is still a thing.
https://nypost.com/2024/11/18/sports/str...cup-scene/
Just in case any CardBoarders want to liven up the Big Game even more.
I had forgotten that this was a thing at football games.
But apparently it is still a thing.
https://nypost.com/2024/11/18/sports/str...cup-scene/
Just in case any CardBoarders want to liven up the Big Game even more.
But apparently it is still a thing.
https://nypost.com/2024/11/18/sports/str...cup-scene/
Just in case any CardBoarders want to liven up the Big Game even more.
11-21-2024, 09:27 AM
The Night Before Big Game 2024
with apologies to Clement Clarke Moore
'Twas the night before Big Game, when all through the Bay
Not a Cardinal was stirring, not even Elway;
The jerseys were hung by the lockers with care,
Knowing that Big Game soon would be there;
The Cardinal were nestled all snug in their beds,
Visions of Touchdown Cookies danced in their heads;
And Deanne in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out on the Oval there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the tailgate to see what’s the matter.
Away to the stadium I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The sun over the field had just begun to glow
Gave the lustre of gameday to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should I see,
But a Cardinal golf cart, and eight mighty tree,
With a tall young driver so lively and grand,
I knew in a moment he must be St. Tristan.
More rapid than eagles his teammates they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Ayomanor! Now, Bernadel! now, Kenney and all!
On, Bailey! on Mosley! on, Flintoft, come all!
To the top of the post! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!
As dry leaves that before the wild blitz fly,
When they meet with a stunt, mount to the sky,
So to the line his tackles they flew,
With a playbook full of sacks, and St. Tristan too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the street
The prancing and pawing of each little cleat.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Who but St. Tristan came with a bound.
He was dressed all in white, from his head to his foot,
And his jersey was tarnished with grasses and soot;
A bundle of blockers he beat with his speed
His tackles a weapon that made others plead.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks covered in eye black, his pose was quite scary!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the helmet he wore was as white as the snow;
The stump of a mouthpiece he held tight in his teeth,
As a party in the backfield circled him like a holiday wreath;
He had a quick step and strength that could freeze
And when he hit the QB the bears scattered like fleas.
He was powerful and chiseled, a right jolly young Card,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of my guard;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had little to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to work,
And ran through the bears; then turned with a smirk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
Up to the line his interceptions they rose;
He sprang to his left, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
“Let’s get the Axe, it’s our sacred right”
with apologies to Clement Clarke Moore
'Twas the night before Big Game, when all through the Bay
Not a Cardinal was stirring, not even Elway;
The jerseys were hung by the lockers with care,
Knowing that Big Game soon would be there;
The Cardinal were nestled all snug in their beds,
Visions of Touchdown Cookies danced in their heads;
And Deanne in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out on the Oval there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the tailgate to see what’s the matter.
Away to the stadium I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The sun over the field had just begun to glow
Gave the lustre of gameday to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should I see,
But a Cardinal golf cart, and eight mighty tree,
With a tall young driver so lively and grand,
I knew in a moment he must be St. Tristan.
More rapid than eagles his teammates they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Ayomanor! Now, Bernadel! now, Kenney and all!
On, Bailey! on Mosley! on, Flintoft, come all!
To the top of the post! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!
As dry leaves that before the wild blitz fly,
When they meet with a stunt, mount to the sky,
So to the line his tackles they flew,
With a playbook full of sacks, and St. Tristan too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the street
The prancing and pawing of each little cleat.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Who but St. Tristan came with a bound.
He was dressed all in white, from his head to his foot,
And his jersey was tarnished with grasses and soot;
A bundle of blockers he beat with his speed
His tackles a weapon that made others plead.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks covered in eye black, his pose was quite scary!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the helmet he wore was as white as the snow;
The stump of a mouthpiece he held tight in his teeth,
As a party in the backfield circled him like a holiday wreath;
He had a quick step and strength that could freeze
And when he hit the QB the bears scattered like fleas.
He was powerful and chiseled, a right jolly young Card,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of my guard;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had little to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to work,
And ran through the bears; then turned with a smirk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
Up to the line his interceptions they rose;
He sprang to his left, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
“Let’s get the Axe, it’s our sacred right”
Eric
"the older we get the better we were"
The Night Before Big Game 2024
with apologies to Clement Clarke Moore
'Twas the night before Big Game, when all through the Bay
Not a Cardinal was stirring, not even Elway;
The jerseys were hung by the lockers with care,
Knowing that Big Game soon would be there;
The Cardinal were nestled all snug in their beds,
Visions of Touchdown Cookies danced in their heads;
And Deanne in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out on the Oval there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the tailgate to see what’s the matter.
Away to the stadium I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The sun over the field had just begun to glow
Gave the lustre of gameday to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should I see,
But a Cardinal golf cart, and eight mighty tree,
With a tall young driver so lively and grand,
I knew in a moment he must be St. Tristan.
More rapid than eagles his teammates they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Ayomanor! Now, Bernadel! now, Kenney and all!
On, Bailey! on Mosley! on, Flintoft, come all!
To the top of the post! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!
As dry leaves that before the wild blitz fly,
When they meet with a stunt, mount to the sky,
So to the line his tackles they flew,
With a playbook full of sacks, and St. Tristan too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the street
The prancing and pawing of each little cleat.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Who but St. Tristan came with a bound.
He was dressed all in white, from his head to his foot,
And his jersey was tarnished with grasses and soot;
A bundle of blockers he beat with his speed
His tackles a weapon that made others plead.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks covered in eye black, his pose was quite scary!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the helmet he wore was as white as the snow;
The stump of a mouthpiece he held tight in his teeth,
As a party in the backfield circled him like a holiday wreath;
He had a quick step and strength that could freeze
And when he hit the QB the bears scattered like fleas.
He was powerful and chiseled, a right jolly young Card,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of my guard;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had little to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to work,
And ran through the bears; then turned with a smirk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
Up to the line his interceptions they rose;
He sprang to his left, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
“Let’s get the Axe, it’s our sacred right”
with apologies to Clement Clarke Moore
'Twas the night before Big Game, when all through the Bay
Not a Cardinal was stirring, not even Elway;
The jerseys were hung by the lockers with care,
Knowing that Big Game soon would be there;
The Cardinal were nestled all snug in their beds,
Visions of Touchdown Cookies danced in their heads;
And Deanne in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out on the Oval there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the tailgate to see what’s the matter.
Away to the stadium I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The sun over the field had just begun to glow
Gave the lustre of gameday to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should I see,
But a Cardinal golf cart, and eight mighty tree,
With a tall young driver so lively and grand,
I knew in a moment he must be St. Tristan.
More rapid than eagles his teammates they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Ayomanor! Now, Bernadel! now, Kenney and all!
On, Bailey! on Mosley! on, Flintoft, come all!
To the top of the post! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!
As dry leaves that before the wild blitz fly,
When they meet with a stunt, mount to the sky,
So to the line his tackles they flew,
With a playbook full of sacks, and St. Tristan too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the street
The prancing and pawing of each little cleat.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Who but St. Tristan came with a bound.
He was dressed all in white, from his head to his foot,
And his jersey was tarnished with grasses and soot;
A bundle of blockers he beat with his speed
His tackles a weapon that made others plead.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks covered in eye black, his pose was quite scary!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the helmet he wore was as white as the snow;
The stump of a mouthpiece he held tight in his teeth,
As a party in the backfield circled him like a holiday wreath;
He had a quick step and strength that could freeze
And when he hit the QB the bears scattered like fleas.
He was powerful and chiseled, a right jolly young Card,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of my guard;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had little to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to work,
And ran through the bears; then turned with a smirk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
Up to the line his interceptions they rose;
He sprang to his left, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
“Let’s get the Axe, it’s our sacred right”
Eric
"the older we get the better we were"
11-22-2024, 04:09 PM
Alum Hal Mikelson tells the tale of the Stanford Axe at the 2007 Big Game Rally.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iMo0OgX46qk
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iMo0OgX46qk
Eric
"the older we get the better we were"
Alum Hal Mikelson tells the tale of the Stanford Axe at the 2007 Big Game Rally.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iMo0OgX46qk
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iMo0OgX46qk
Eric
"the older we get the better we were"
11-22-2024, 05:28 PM
(11-19-2024, 10:32 AM)SkiBum80 Wrote: I had forgotten that this was a thing at football games.
But apparently it is still a thing.
https://nypost.com/2024/11/18/sports/str...cup-scene/
Just in case any CardBoarders want to liven up the Big Game even more.
There was a time when I could see it happening in Berkeley. Palo Alto? Nope.
Life is too short to waste on crap football.
(11-19-2024, 10:32 AM)SkiBum80 Wrote: I had forgotten that this was a thing at football games.
But apparently it is still a thing.
https://nypost.com/2024/11/18/sports/str...cup-scene/
Just in case any CardBoarders want to liven up the Big Game even more.
There was a time when I could see it happening in Berkeley. Palo Alto? Nope.
Life is too short to waste on crap football.
11-22-2024, 06:13 PM
82lsju dateline='[url=tel:1732316951' Wrote: 1732316951[/url]']
Alum Hal Mikelson tells the tale of the Stanford Axe at the 2007 Big Game Rally.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iMo0OgX46qk
I couldn’t make it to the Big Game rally this year. Did Hal do his thing again this year?
82lsju dateline='[url=tel:1732316951' Wrote: 1732316951[/url]']
Alum Hal Mikelson tells the tale of the Stanford Axe at the 2007 Big Game Rally.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iMo0OgX46qk
I couldn’t make it to the Big Game rally this year. Did Hal do his thing again this year?
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