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I dug the Vardell road grader game.  Watching Bears just sort of throw themselves ineffectually at Vardell and just give up at the end of the game was SWEET.  Some teams you look at the scoreboard and you know they\'re beaten.   Some teams you just look at their players and you know they\'re beaten.  91 was one where you didn\'t need the scoreboard.

BUT

The Berkeley games in 88 AND 90 stick out in my memory more.   In 90 one of our group had media pull and got us up into the press box.   After first quarter we moved from the cramped endzone seats  to looking over the field.  And the windows were opened so the sound just poured in.  Visceral.  Enveloping.   White and  Milburn tearing off outstanding runs and from up top you could see the plays develop.  Never saw this aspect from the low-angle of either Stanford or Memorial stadiums.  Went back down for the last quarter.  Glad we did.  You want to be with your own people when hammer comes down...like it did.  

But the tie in 88 was equally memorable.  Sitting dead center behind the goalposts.  The kal rally squad or whatever those losers are called come around to the back of the south endzone.  The Stanford Axe Comm carries the Axe and faces off with them, maybe a yard apart.  The Kal people are jubilant and taunting.  The Bars line up,  kal axe people are jumping up and down....and Tuan Van Le blocks the kick.  I wish I had a camera to show the look on those bastards\' faces.  A couple of the kal girls started to cry.  And the Stanford Axe Comm people did an about-face, held up the Axe and ran off to join the party at the bottom of the Stanford section.  The kal guys had marched in formation down to the endzone before the end of the game.  They just sort of trickled back like Napolean\'s retreating army.  Some stopping to hug and console some of their compatriots.   Maybe that is where I caught the Schadenfreude addiction.   That first hit was oh-so intoxicating.  

Also memorable because 90 was the last time I got to rush the field.  SO much more fun down there.  Really got the adrenalin pumping when the yellow jacket security guys did their turnstile imitation and a wave of kal punks swarmed down on us 40-somethings like they meant business.  I squared off with some kid who turned out to have more spirit than actual capability and a counter-rush by a bunch of Stanford  fans sent them running back.  Azzholes.  But, more Schadenfreude with a personal adrenaline chaser.

Oh, one other thing.  I didn\'t notice what I was seeing in the 1990 pressbox,  but figured it out later.   The press guys were sitting there
typing on typewriters.  No sound quite like it and to this day I prefer the clacking of typewriters to the subdued clicking of keyboards   Not a laptop or terminal that I saw.   The pressbox had fax machines-- the internet of the day.  They\'d type, tape, edit with pencil and send.

[Redrum]

I dug the Vardell road grader game.  Watching Bears just sort of throw themselves ineffectually at Vardell and just give up at the end of the game was SWEET.  Some teams you look at the scoreboard and you know they\'re beaten.   Some teams you just look at their players and you know they\'re beaten.  91 was one where you didn\'t need the scoreboard.

BUT

The Berkeley games in 88 AND 90 stick out in my memory more.   In 90 one of our group had media pull and got us up into the press box.   After first quarter we moved from the cramped endzone seats  to looking over the field.  And the windows were opened so the sound just poured in.  Visceral.  Enveloping.   White and  Milburn tearing off outstanding runs and from up top you could see the plays develop.  Never saw this aspect from the low-angle of either Stanford or Memorial stadiums.  Went back down for the last quarter.  Glad we did.  You want to be with your own people when hammer comes down...like it did.  

But the tie in 88 was equally memorable.  Sitting dead center behind the goalposts.  The kal rally squad or whatever those losers are called come around to the back of the south endzone.  The Stanford Axe Comm carries the Axe and faces off with them, maybe a yard apart.  The Kal people are jubilant and taunting.  The Bars line up,  kal axe people are jumping up and down....and Tuan Van Le blocks the kick.  I wish I had a camera to show the look on those bastards\' faces.  A couple of the kal girls started to cry.  And the Stanford Axe Comm people did an about-face, held up the Axe and ran off to join the party at the bottom of the Stanford section.  The kal guys had marched in formation down to the endzone before the end of the game.  They just sort of trickled back like Napolean\'s retreating army.  Some stopping to hug and console some of their compatriots.   Maybe that is where I caught the Schadenfreude addiction.   That first hit was oh-so intoxicating.  

Also memorable because 90 was the last time I got to rush the field.  SO much more fun down there.  Really got the adrenalin pumping when the yellow jacket security guys did their turnstile imitation and a wave of kal punks swarmed down on us 40-somethings like they meant business.  I squared off with some kid who turned out to have more spirit than actual capability and a counter-rush by a bunch of Stanford  fans sent them running back.  Azzholes.  But, more Schadenfreude with a personal adrenaline chaser.

Oh, one other thing.  I didn\'t notice what I was seeing in the 1990 pressbox,  but figured it out later.   The press guys were sitting there
typing on typewriters.  No sound quite like it and to this day I prefer the clacking of typewriters to the subdued clicking of keyboards   Not a laptop or terminal that I saw.   The pressbox had fax machines-- the internet of the day.  They\'d type, tape, edit with pencil and send.