[jacketree]

Still married to the same woman I nearly concussed all those years ago. (A miracle really; how she gets through each day is beyond me.) We no longer make the biannual combined trip to Memorial, because her father, the die-est of all die-hard Old Blues, is dying.  Terminal liver cancer. We\'ve managed to get him to a few of my son\'s high school games in nearby SF, but getting over the bridge and up into Memorial just isn\'t happening.

So we don\'t go, because Mrs. Jacketree can\'t go without him.  Jacketrette, her C.a.l comrade, is away at school, so just the two mulletheads rooting for Stanford to keep her company Saturday.

Andrew Luck with the biggest Big Game run since Casey Moore and the mulletheads are basically grunting the way stupid boys grunt. Little mullethead (in age only) is flexing. Then he\'s texting a friend (whose mother also went to C.a.l):  "Holy shit. Did U C that?  Boom!!!"  You knew right then and there this thing was over and it was going to be ugly.

Mrs. Jacketree is nearly in tears.  She knows too. This is going to be a long day; and she knows this is probably the last Big Game for her dad, who has been following C.a.l since before WWII. What a crappy last Big Game to have.

It took awhile, but the two mulletheads managed to realize what was happening, simmer down, and internalize the biggest beat down we could remember in this series.  There is, of course, always another side. Never forget that.

[jacketree]

Still married to the same woman I nearly concussed all those years ago. (A miracle really; how she gets through each day is beyond me.) We no longer make the biannual combined trip to Memorial, because her father, the die-est of all die-hard Old Blues, is dying.  Terminal liver cancer. We\'ve managed to get him to a few of my son\'s high school games in nearby SF, but getting over the bridge and up into Memorial just isn\'t happening.

So we don\'t go, because Mrs. Jacketree can\'t go without him.  Jacketrette, her C.a.l comrade, is away at school, so just the two mulletheads rooting for Stanford to keep her company Saturday.

Andrew Luck with the biggest Big Game run since Casey Moore and the mulletheads are basically grunting the way stupid boys grunt. Little mullethead (in age only) is flexing. Then he\'s texting a friend (whose mother also went to C.a.l):  "Holy shit. Did U C that?  Boom!!!"  You knew right then and there this thing was over and it was going to be ugly.

Mrs. Jacketree is nearly in tears.  She knows too. This is going to be a long day; and she knows this is probably the last Big Game for her dad, who has been following C.a.l since before WWII. What a crappy last Big Game to have.

It took awhile, but the two mulletheads managed to realize what was happening, simmer down, and internalize the biggest beat down we could remember in this series.  There is, of course, always another side. Never forget that.