[terry]

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He knew how happy I was to be at Stanford; and I knew how proud he was of me.

Over the last few years, my dad\'s health prevented him from attending the games. But the
expansion of television coverage, we could still watch lots of games together.  Even this year,
while I was attending the games, I made sure that my dad\'s caregiver put the game on the
television for him to watch.  In fact, despite my dad\'s failing body, his mind stayed in tack;
and after the rout of UCLA, he insightfully said to me, "we need to hang onto this guy
(Harbaugh)."

And just as my dad had given me the gift of passionately following Stanford football, I too
was able to make it a family tradition with my three daughters.  Throughout my girls’ childhood years, I shared with them the experience of Village Cheese Shop sandwiches; tailgating in Chuck Taylor Grove; and watching the team do The Walk.  They learned to love it as much as me.  In fact, we had plans to rent an RV, and drive it to Stanford to attend this year’s game against SC.  But when my dad passed away, our plans to attend the SC game were very much in doubt.

Still, we pulled together and gave my dad an amazing tribute last Thursday.  Despite our profound sadness, we decided to keep to our plans, and go to the game.  My dad would have wanted that way.

Needless to say, the game was extremely emotional for all of us.  We desperately wanted Stanford to win this game for my dad.  As we all know, the chances for Stanford were looking extremely bleak after Nate’s missed extra point, and SC’s go ahead touchdown.  “Of all times, how could SC do this to Stanford again,” I was saying to myself.  But when Stanford marched down the field, and kicked the winning field goal to run out the clock, it was truly a remarkable outcome.  It was redemption for all those miserable losses to SC when I was a kid.  It was redemption for the 1969 game.

Not surprising, there was a lot of emotion displayed by my girls and me.  In a word, I lost it.  I can only imagine what some of the Stanford faithful sitting nearby thought as they witnessed this guy uncork.  But they didn’t know—this was a win for my dad.  I will never forget this game.

Thanks, dad.

StanfordMan

[terry]

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He knew how happy I was to be at Stanford; and I knew how proud he was of me.

Over the last few years, my dad\'s health prevented him from attending the games. But the
expansion of television coverage, we could still watch lots of games together.  Even this year,
while I was attending the games, I made sure that my dad\'s caregiver put the game on the
television for him to watch.  In fact, despite my dad\'s failing body, his mind stayed in tack;
and after the rout of UCLA, he insightfully said to me, "we need to hang onto this guy
(Harbaugh)."

And just as my dad had given me the gift of passionately following Stanford football, I too
was able to make it a family tradition with my three daughters.  Throughout my girls’ childhood years, I shared with them the experience of Village Cheese Shop sandwiches; tailgating in Chuck Taylor Grove; and watching the team do The Walk.  They learned to love it as much as me.  In fact, we had plans to rent an RV, and drive it to Stanford to attend this year’s game against SC.  But when my dad passed away, our plans to attend the SC game were very much in doubt.

Still, we pulled together and gave my dad an amazing tribute last Thursday.  Despite our profound sadness, we decided to keep to our plans, and go to the game.  My dad would have wanted that way.

Needless to say, the game was extremely emotional for all of us.  We desperately wanted Stanford to win this game for my dad.  As we all know, the chances for Stanford were looking extremely bleak after Nate’s missed extra point, and SC’s go ahead touchdown.  “Of all times, how could SC do this to Stanford again,” I was saying to myself.  But when Stanford marched down the field, and kicked the winning field goal to run out the clock, it was truly a remarkable outcome.  It was redemption for all those miserable losses to SC when I was a kid.  It was redemption for the 1969 game.

Not surprising, there was a lot of emotion displayed by my girls and me.  In a word, I lost it.  I can only imagine what some of the Stanford faithful sitting nearby thought as they witnessed this guy uncork.  But they didn’t know—this was a win for my dad.  I will never forget this game.

Thanks, dad.

StanfordMan