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Re: The heights of Stanford joy - magnus - 01-28-2017

Not utter euphoria, but a great time...

2002 Preseason NIT at Madison Square Garden.  Drawmate passed me 6th man tickets.  Walked in looking for row A something...figured a lettered row had to be the nosebleeds.  Got walked down to the baseline right behind Andy Katz and just past the end of the Stanford bench!  Got a knowing nod from Rob Little.  Amusingly, watched my future wife dance with the Pink Panther, and saw Stanford come from behind to upset #7 Florida in the semis.

As for euphoria...my first Stanford one might have been...
1997 MBB hosting Arizona.  My club team had arena duty that day and somehow I was able to find a spot in the second half standing just off the corner of the court.  Which let me witness, Pete Sauer's game winning shot from ground level just a few feet away.  Which led to my first ever rush of the court/field.  Tim Young was pretty big up close. =) 

Re: The heights of Stanford joy - jacketree - 01-28-2017

My favorite Stanford sports moment is pretty obscure.  It was the Oregon game in Willingham's first year.  Stanford won in their first OT game, although I don't remember the score and that isn't what was memorable.  This was the first time Jacketrette asked me to take her to a football game.  (She attended a few games in utero in both California and Georgia; and was taken to Bobby Dodd Stadium at Historic Grant field as a 3 year old; but as a 4 year old she asked me for the date.)  She had a floppy hat, bag of carrots and some crayons, but she spent the entire game charming the former Dollies I used to sit with in Section DD. By the end of the game the only question was with whom she would go home.  The promise of a burger and chocolate shake at the Creamery meant I didn't have some dicey explaining to do to Mrs. Jacketree that night.

Another favorite Stanford sports moment arrived a decade or so later when she and I were in the new stadium on a blazing hot day watching Harris' squad get their lunch handed to them by whomever - maybe Wazzu - when she took off near halftime. Don't even remember if it was before or after.  She returned sobbing.  'Trette, sometimes football teams just suck and sometimes they pull out of it and sometimes they don't, but this isn't worth getting worked up over.  That's not it Dad.  I just saw [random high school dude who should be staying away from my precious daughter] and I broke up with him.  We had a heart to heart over another burger and shake and I think I posted something somewhere to the effect of "Man, my daughter had more breakups at the game than our secondary did."  Throw away snark line, but a Cal buddy of mine saw it published on some national blog. He thought it was hilarious, as did the 'Trette. She wrote about both of those afternoons in a memory book she gave to me on her wedding day, about 15 minutes before she paced like a caged tiger in the green room as everyone in the procession was in the procession except the two of us.  "Dude we can be in Canada or Mexico before they know we're gone."  "Thanks Dad."

Something jogged another memory the other week.  This would fall under the category of satisfaction more than joy, but as you may recall, Stanford christened the new stadium losing against Navy.  Jacketree Junior went with me to that one.  As a young kid the plan was to go to Bellarmine and play baseball for Stanford on enough of a scholarship that Dad didn't have to sell his own blood every day to make it work.  That all changed after the game when some Midshipmen in their summer whites chatted us up for quite some time on the way back to the truck. JTJ said nothing until we pointed its nose homeward. "Dad, do they play baseball at Navy?" 

He wouldn't play baseball at Navy, but he would play football there and based on what his shipmates said of him in the 2016 Lucky Bag (USNA's yearbook), something else stuck on that fall evening back in 2005.  He's listed with Company 8, because, well, that was his Company.

Quote:[Jacketree Junior], USMC Ground

[Jacketree Junior] is probably the biggest sports fan that has graced Bancroft Hall. He’ll be sure to take endless jabs at the professional teams his friends support, but they better not mention a single negative thing about his. In part due to his late night sports watching, [JTJ] probably slept less than anyone in the Class of 2016. One time, for “unknown” reasons, he fell asleep on the stairs in the Laboon Center for over two hours. During second class year, he became a science experiment for skin doctors across the country, having contracted the worst case of hand, foot and mouth disease since ‘Nam. His good friends wonder how he is able to walk, let alone run, with the kettle-bells he keeps on him all the time. In all seriousness [JTJ] is an awesome dude who is always looking out for his friends, unless he is watching Stanford football.


Re: The heights of Stanford joy - winflop - 01-28-2017

Adding one more to my list:

I think it was 1989, maybe 1990.  Went to Stanford's first MBB win ever in Pauley Pavilion with two friends from college.  One of them brought kazoos and every time the UCLA fight song was played we hummed right along with our kazoos.  Yes we were young and obnoxious.  So be it.

Trevor Wilson went 0-10 or something like that from the line, including missing two in the final seconds of the game.  We were yelling "Treeeeee-vor" so often and so loud that several UCLA fans sitting in front of us moved away.  Yes we were young and obnoxious.  So be it.

Re: The heights of Stanford joy - BostonCard - 01-28-2017

(01-28-2017, 03:35 AM)jacketree link Wrote:
Quote:[Jacketree Junior], USMC Ground
During second class year, he became a science experiment for skin doctors across the country, having contracted the worst case of hand, foot and mouth disease since ‘Nam.

Getting hand foot and mouth as an adult is no laughing matter.  While my kids all skated through it, my case was so bad I couldn't swallow for a week.  I came to learn the difference between "good saliva", the type that soothes as it goes down, and the bad kind, which you hold in your mouth and then spit, lest you try and swallow the stuff and feel the burn.

It got to the point where I asked a doctor for some magic mouthwash (a concoction of mylanta, benedryl, and viscous lidocaine (an anesthetic) just to be able to tolerate it.

The upshot is I lost 10 pounds over the course of a week.

BC

Re: The heights of Stanford joy - Mick - 01-28-2017

(01-28-2017, 03:35 AM)jacketree link Wrote:My favorite Stanford sports moment is pretty obscure.  It was the Oregon game in Willingham's first year.  Stanford won in their first OT game, although I don't remember the score and that isn't what was memorable.  This was the first time Jacketrette asked me to take her to a football game.  (She attended a few games in utero in both California and Georgia; and was taken to Bobby Dodd Stadium at Historic Grant field as a 3 year old; but as a 4 year old she asked me for the date.)  She had a floppy hat, bag of carrots and some crayons, but she spent the entire game charming the former Dollies I used to sit with in Section DD. By the end of the game the only question was with whom she would go home.  The promise of a burger and chocolate shake at the Creamery meant I didn't have some dicey explaining to do to Mrs. Jacketree that night.

Another favorite Stanford sports moment arrived a decade or so later when she and I were in the new stadium on a blazing hot day watching Harris' squad get their lunch handed to them by whomever - maybe Wazzu - when she took off near halftime. Don't even remember if it was before or after.  She returned sobbing.  'Trette, sometimes football teams just suck and sometimes they pull out of it and sometimes they don't, but this isn't worth getting worked up over.  That's not it Dad.  I just saw [random high school dude who should be staying away from my precious daughter] and I broke up with him.  We had a heart to heart over another burger and shake and I think I posted something somewhere to the effect of "Man, my daughter had more breakups at the game than our secondary did."  Throw away snark line, but a Cal buddy of mine saw it published on some national blog. He thought it was hilarious, as did the 'Trette. She wrote about both of those afternoons in a memory book she gave to me on her wedding day, about 15 minutes before she paced like a caged tiger in the green room as everyone in the procession was in the procession except the two of us.  "Dude we can be in Canada or Mexico before they know we're gone."  "Thanks Dad."

Something jogged another memory the other week.  This would fall under the category of satisfaction more than joy, but as you may recall, Stanford christened the new stadium losing against Navy.  Jacketree Junior went with me to that one.  As a young kid the plan was to go to Bellarmine and play baseball for Stanford on enough of a scholarship that Dad didn't have to sell his own blood every day to make it work.  That all changed after the game when some Midshipmen in their summer whites chatted us up for quite some time on the way back to the truck. JTJ said nothing until we pointed its nose homeward. "Dad, do they play baseball at Navy?" 

He wouldn't play baseball at Navy, but he would play football there and based on what his shipmates said of him in the 2016 Lucky Bag (USNA's yearbook), something else stuck on that fall evening back in 2005.  He's listed with Company 8, because, well, that was his Company.

Quote:[Jacketree Junior], USMC Ground

[Jacketree Junior] is probably the biggest sports fan that has graced Bancroft Hall. He’ll be sure to take endless jabs at the professional teams his friends support, but they better not mention a single negative thing about his. In part due to his late night sports watching, [JTJ] probably slept less than anyone in the Class of 2016. One time, for “unknown” reasons, he fell asleep on the stairs in the Laboon Center for over two hours. During second class year, he became a science experiment for skin doctors across the country, having contracted the worst case of hand, foot and mouth disease since ‘Nam. His good friends wonder how he is able to walk, let alone run, with the kettle-bells he keeps on him all the time. In all seriousness [JTJ] is an awesome dude who is always looking out for his friends, unless he is watching Stanford football.

Nice story, Jacketree, a real treat.  Thanks for sharing.

Re: The heights of Stanford joy - Papa John - 01-28-2017

(01-28-2017, 05:11 AM)winflop link Wrote:Adding one more to my list:

I think it was 1989, maybe 1990.  Went to Stanford's first MBB win ever in Pauley Pavilion with two friends from college.  One of them brought kazoos and every time the UCLA fight song was played we hummed right along with our kazoos.  Yes we were young and obnoxious.  So be it.

Trevor Wilson went 0-10 or something like that from the line, including missing two in the final seconds of the game.  We were yelling "Treeeeee-vor" so often and so loud that several UCLA fans sitting in front of us moved away.  Yes we were young and obnoxious.  So be it.

I was at that game, too, winflop, although, while I was young, I wasn't quite so obnoxious, as I was dating a Bruin whom I eventually married. But I did wear my Stanford basketball shirt and allowed myself to share a few high-fives with Stanford fans I did not know (maybe you were one of them?) on the way out of Pauley! Sunday, February 18, 1990.

Re: The heights of Stanford joy - Bruce Wang - 01-29-2017

Want to add 2012 NSD. The first clear sign that Shaw could keep the momentum going.

Re: The heights of Stanford joy - crackpot - 01-29-2017

Y'all are making me so happy this morning. As someone said, this post should definitely be pinned.

If anyone knows where to find a clip of the last minute of the MBB v. Rhode Island, please share (my son is sick of hearing me talk about it, but if I can just show him, maybe he'll understand).

The WBB comeback against Oregon in 2000 is one I think of every time we have a big lead (as in, a big lead can be lost). Down 26 points in the first half, Stanford goes on to win it 78-62.

http://www.gostanford.com/news/2000/1/15/208077946.aspx

Re: The heights of Stanford joy - DC 86 - 01-29-2017

(01-29-2017, 10:43 AM)crackpot link Wrote:If anyone knows where to find a clip of the last minute of the MBB v. Rhode Island, please share (my son is sick of hearing me talk about it, but if I can just show him, maybe he'll understand).

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wDu28IUbjjA

Re: The heights of Stanford joy - Card Fan in OR - 01-29-2017

Just wow! Saw it then and barely believed it. Seeing it again and I feel the same. Fantastic. Boy, we had some players back then. I really thought we had a good chance to go all the way. Weren't we up on Kentucky at the half by 9 or 10. Oh, well. Great to see the amazing win over URI.

Re: The heights of Stanford joy - crackpot - 01-29-2017

(01-29-2017, 12:37 PM)DC 86 link Wrote:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wDu28IUbjjA

Thank you!!!!

Re: The heights of Stanford joy - 81alum - 01-29-2017

Here is one that will truly be unique to me.

My late mother was a C.al grad, 1945.  In 1988 I moved back to California after spending grad school on the east coast, and I invited my Mom to come with me to Big Game.  It was in Berkeley that year.  She showed me around her old haunts and then went to the stadium where we sat in the "mixed" section. 

Stanford had a lousy team that year, Jack Elway's last year.  C.al marched down the field to the 3 yard line and lined up for the game winning field goal with 3 seconds left.  Their kicker was nearly perfect that year, but Tuan Van Le blocked the kick and the game ended in a 19-19 tie.

A perfect ending for divided family.  The fact that both teams were poor and nothing was riding on the game made it better yet.  Just an afternoon with my mother, getting a glimpse of her youth, and some laughs over a game.

Re: The heights of Stanford joy - BigJohn043 - 01-29-2017

As good as the Greatest Upset Ever was, the 1990 Big Game was just amazing.  Back then, neither team was ever any good so the game just had soo much meaning.  The game itself was incredibly hard fought back and forth.  The end was epic.  Celebrating on the field with the cal students staring at us with hate was something I will never forget.

Re: The heights of Stanford joy - Phogge - 01-29-2017

Watching my favorite Stanford player ever (I go back to Tomsic and Selleck) take over the Rhode Island game makes it clear that hoops has no chance to be good without a guard who can penetrate and lead. Arthur Lee deserved the NC in '98.

Re: The heights of Stanford joy - BostonCard - 01-30-2017

WBB: 2017 Stanford comeback win over UW

Instant classic.

BC