[Mick]

Luck running over #11 Cattouse, the Cal DB.  Simply outstanding.  Baldwin\'s reception between two DBs.  This is the best Big Game ever.

Second place for me was Tuan Van Le\'s block to preserve a 19-19 tie in 1988.  Happened right in front of me at Memorial Stadium, I had the world\'s crappiest seats, but they were perfect for that block.

Third place, Casey Moore\'s 94 yard run in 1999.

36-30 OT win in 2000 was pretty much fun.

[Mick]

Luck running over #11 Cattouse, the Cal DB.  Simply outstanding.  Baldwin\'s reception between two DBs.  This is the best Big Game ever.

Second place for me was Tuan Van Le\'s block to preserve a 19-19 tie in 1988.  Happened right in front of me at Memorial Stadium, I had the world\'s crappiest seats, but they were perfect for that block.

Third place, Casey Moore\'s 94 yard run in 1999.

36-30 OT win in 2000 was pretty much fun.

[Ferris_Bueller]

Maybe that is where I caught the Schadenfreude addiction.

Found this recipe linked from a recent tweet by John Scalzi, frequent performer at W00tstock [think nerd party], whose first novel "Agent to the Stars" was an instant SF classic, favored even by the quilting Rocket Scientist.

http://whatever.scalzi.com/2006/09/26/ho...reude-pie/

Fair warning:  I\'ve never baked (anything), nor sampled this\'n..



/**** snipped..

Let’s face it, schadenfreude is a dark emotion. It deserves a dark pie. Here are your ingredients.

1 cup dark brown sugar
1 cup dark corn syrup
1/2 cup molasses
1/2 cup (1 stick) butter
1/2 cup semi-sweet chocolate chips or chunks
3 large eggs (I used brown eggs in keeping with the spirit of things, but white eggs are fine)
2 teaspoons cinnamon
1 splash Kahlua or other coffee liqueur
1 graham cracker pie crust (9 or 10 inches). Choose regular or chocolate graham cracker crust according to taste.

***/


There was no doubt the farm would rush the field after total domination Sat*rday.  Impressively, a two parter:  a) only *one* of your scholars staggered towards midfield before shaking his hindquarters (too) close to Memorial\'s student section, and b) none of our kids accepted the invitation to rock his world.  

In addition to your awesome coaches and players, gotta claim personal responsibility for the gross margin.  See, we\'ve stunk it up on the road all season, but not so much at home.  I just hadta lay on the Road Trip label by driving north from San Diego Friday afternoon. Big sigh.

Further trivia: Enjoyed the pregame warmup all morning from 860AM, thanks, except for one repeated misconception. No, actually CMS renovation doesn\'t start ahead of next week\'s game.  Apparently never again will our seasons finish with the BG, as Oski intended??

Now come on and bring home copious BCS treasure back to the rest of the Pac, thank you very much.



.

[Ferris_Bueller]

Maybe that is where I caught the Schadenfreude addiction.

Found this recipe linked from a recent tweet by John Scalzi, frequent performer at W00tstock [think nerd party], whose first novel "Agent to the Stars" was an instant SF classic, favored even by the quilting Rocket Scientist.

http://whatever.scalzi.com/2006/09/26/ho...reude-pie/

Fair warning:  I\'ve never baked (anything), nor sampled this\'n..



/**** snipped..

Let’s face it, schadenfreude is a dark emotion. It deserves a dark pie. Here are your ingredients.

1 cup dark brown sugar
1 cup dark corn syrup
1/2 cup molasses
1/2 cup (1 stick) butter
1/2 cup semi-sweet chocolate chips or chunks
3 large eggs (I used brown eggs in keeping with the spirit of things, but white eggs are fine)
2 teaspoons cinnamon
1 splash Kahlua or other coffee liqueur
1 graham cracker pie crust (9 or 10 inches). Choose regular or chocolate graham cracker crust according to taste.

***/


There was no doubt the farm would rush the field after total domination Sat*rday.  Impressively, a two parter:  a) only *one* of your scholars staggered towards midfield before shaking his hindquarters (too) close to Memorial\'s student section, and b) none of our kids accepted the invitation to rock his world.  

In addition to your awesome coaches and players, gotta claim personal responsibility for the gross margin.  See, we\'ve stunk it up on the road all season, but not so much at home.  I just hadta lay on the Road Trip label by driving north from San Diego Friday afternoon. Big sigh.

Further trivia: Enjoyed the pregame warmup all morning from 860AM, thanks, except for one repeated misconception. No, actually CMS renovation doesn\'t start ahead of next week\'s game.  Apparently never again will our seasons finish with the BG, as Oski intended??

Now come on and bring home copious BCS treasure back to the rest of the Pac, thank you very much.



.

[KartyFan]

One of my new favorites is the Cal announcer near the end of the third quarter asking for fans to look at the video board for the "Touchdown of the Game, presented by XYZ." Then dead silence.

[KartyFan]

One of my new favorites is the Cal announcer near the end of the third quarter asking for fans to look at the video board for the "Touchdown of the Game, presented by XYZ." Then dead silence.

[yvonne]

There was no doubt the farm would rush the field after total domination Sat*rday.  

Ah, Sat*rday, no doubt a remnant of our brief chat room, which replaced character strings, but not whole words.

[yvonne]

There was no doubt the farm would rush the field after total domination Sat*rday.  

Ah, Sat*rday, no doubt a remnant of our brief chat room, which replaced character strings, but not whole words.

[yvonne]

It wasn\'t the board; it was an experiment with chat room software, but the software didn\'t replace whole words, but strings. It was an attempt to keep chat clean because some 59ers "visitors" at the time -- during our seven year run -- took delight in referring to us as t---s.

[yvonne]

It wasn\'t the board; it was an experiment with chat room software, but the software didn\'t replace whole words, but strings. It was an attempt to keep chat clean because some 59ers "visitors" at the time -- during our seven year run -- took delight in referring to us as t---s.

[Ferris_Bueller]

I doubt if Lurck ever entered a Stanf*rd chat room in his life.

No, not on purpose anyways.  There is one vague memory of former me and cardb*ard\'s webmistress playing nice on chat when a thundering Blueblood unexpectedly came online too.  Game over. 

This fool adopted the habit of popping stars into certain words further back.   Turns out, posting anywhere frequented by friends from both sides of the rivalry, * is the only way to avoid giving offense to either community.  

There is at least one other cybear still doing the same back home btw.




 

[Ferris_Bueller]

I doubt if Lurck ever entered a Stanf*rd chat room in his life.

No, not on purpose anyways.  There is one vague memory of former me and cardb*ard\'s webmistress playing nice on chat when a thundering Blueblood unexpectedly came online too.  Game over. 

This fool adopted the habit of popping stars into certain words further back.   Turns out, posting anywhere frequented by friends from both sides of the rivalry, * is the only way to avoid giving offense to either community.  

There is at least one other cybear still doing the same back home btw.




 

[Redrum]

Lurck remains the closest science and good luck ever came to creating a nice be.ar.    Not a "tame" be.ar.  But a nice be.ar.  A guy worth going to the trouble of trying to beat our be.ar extinguishing software by artful misspelling... even though he once posted photos of his trip to Alaska which, based on his photographic sample,  is completely overrun with be.ars.  No salmon.  No pipelines.  No Native Americans.  No glaciers.  No Mt. Denali.   No sweeping vistas.  Just fog and be.ars lolling about in the tussock grass.

We are, of course, talking about ancient history, here.  Back when real school red-hots  (or blue-hots)  created the first Stanford and kal bulletin boards.  Back before gigantic commercial sports entertainment cartels brought their cookie-cutter and their checkbooks to create the rigid sports board world we know today.   Heady days.  Lurck quite sensibly has adopted zen detachment to the whole 24/365 posting paradigm.   Too bad.   Such a reasonable guy...for a be.ar

[Redrum]

Lurck remains the closest science and good luck ever came to creating a nice be.ar.    Not a "tame" be.ar.  But a nice be.ar.  A guy worth going to the trouble of trying to beat our be.ar extinguishing software by artful misspelling... even though he once posted photos of his trip to Alaska which, based on his photographic sample,  is completely overrun with be.ars.  No salmon.  No pipelines.  No Native Americans.  No glaciers.  No Mt. Denali.   No sweeping vistas.  Just fog and be.ars lolling about in the tussock grass.

We are, of course, talking about ancient history, here.  Back when real school red-hots  (or blue-hots)  created the first Stanford and kal bulletin boards.  Back before gigantic commercial sports entertainment cartels brought their cookie-cutter and their checkbooks to create the rigid sports board world we know today.   Heady days.  Lurck quite sensibly has adopted zen detachment to the whole 24/365 posting paradigm.   Too bad.   Such a reasonable guy...for a be.ar

[Ferris_Bueller]

Just when I twig to Redrum\'s handle deriving from murdeR, he lays down the 13th generation southern gentleman chip, reminding of too long lost cardboarder Oasis.   Well played Sir RR.

Given Cardboard\'s liberal tolerance for thread stealing (??), ummm, really sorry about this guys, just gotta share one for instance from RR\'s cited album, plus maybe a few fbo SU masochists-only here: http://home.earthlink.net/~cupjay/alaska/alaska.html

Alrighty then, guess nows time to get out of Dodge.. o-o

[Ferris_Bueller]

Just when I twig to Redrum\'s handle deriving from murdeR, he lays down the 13th generation southern gentleman chip, reminding of too long lost cardboarder Oasis.   Well played Sir RR.

Given Cardboard\'s liberal tolerance for thread stealing (??), ummm, really sorry about this guys, just gotta share one for instance from RR\'s cited album, plus maybe a few fbo SU masochists-only here: http://home.earthlink.net/~cupjay/alaska/alaska.html

Alrighty then, guess nows time to get out of Dodge.. o-o

[yvonne]

@RR

Lurck received much scorn from Blueblood for his less than vitriolic attitude toward all things, "good, and noble, and red" ("Uncle" Hal Mikelson).

We should not publicly give even the hint of praise to him, lest he be reviled by his tribe as a "the school I wish I had gotten into lover"!

[yvonne]

@RR

Lurck received much scorn from Blueblood for his less than vitriolic attitude toward all things, "good, and noble, and red" ("Uncle" Hal Mikelson).

We should not publicly give even the hint of praise to him, lest he be reviled by his tribe as a "the school I wish I had gotten into lover"!

[Nan3cy]

B.e.a.r.s are also okay (better than okay) at Menlo-Atherton High School (alma mater of Greg Camarillo, T.C. Ostrander, and my son) and at Brown University.  8-)

[Nan3cy]

B.e.a.r.s are also okay (better than okay) at Menlo-Atherton High School (alma mater of Greg Camarillo, T.C. Ostrander, and my son) and at Brown University.  8-)

[Hank 91]

Wow, thanks everybody.  It was great to read everyone\'s memories, especially the different perspectives from that 1990 game.  Great, great stuff.

[Hank 91]

Wow, thanks everybody.  It was great to read everyone\'s memories, especially the different perspectives from that 1990 game.  Great, great stuff.

[yvonne]

Not a problem, Hank. Keep the Mighty Card blogs coming!

[yvonne]

Not a problem, Hank. Keep the Mighty Card blogs coming!

[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.

[Leftcoast]

Ouch!  I think my conscience just pricked me.  Thanks for your story and timely reminder JT.

[Leftcoast]

Ouch!  I think my conscience just pricked me.  Thanks for your story and timely reminder JT.