[Redrum]

What is an addict's relationship to his crack pipe?

I wonder about this only occasionally.  The crack being good enough to get me through another week, another season. 

It might be that back in the Pleistocene, when I transferred in,  football was the only recognizable,  positively re-enforcing thing that was readily accessible.  Didn't know anybody,  still sorting out my living situation,  trying to simultaneously grasp and accelerate my community college academics to Stanford level.  But Saturdays in Stanford Stadium was a complete, self-contained and satisfying experience.  Pretty simple really.  Just like puppies imprint on their early human contacts,  I imprinted on Stanford football.  Have remained hopeful and positive about other Stanford sports but it's merely a preference that they win and do us proud.  Football, different story.  I started following that master around when just a pup and now, when maybe people are whispering that it's time I be put down,  I'm still loping along and wagging my tail.

I'll let garvin prosecute me for torturing that metaphor to death.  At least it's not a real puppy.

[Redrum]

What is an addict's relationship to his crack pipe?

I wonder about this only occasionally.  The crack being good enough to get me through another week, another season. 

It might be that back in the Pleistocene, when I transferred in,  football was the only recognizable,  positively re-enforcing thing that was readily accessible.  Didn't know anybody,  still sorting out my living situation,  trying to simultaneously grasp and accelerate my community college academics to Stanford level.  But Saturdays in Stanford Stadium was a complete, self-contained and satisfying experience.  Pretty simple really.  Just like puppies imprint on their early human contacts,  I imprinted on Stanford football.  Have remained hopeful and positive about other Stanford sports but it's merely a preference that they win and do us proud.  Football, different story.  I started following that master around when just a pup and now, when maybe people are whispering that it's time I be put down,  I'm still loping along and wagging my tail.

I'll let garvin prosecute me for torturing that metaphor to death.  At least it's not a real puppy.