Oregon gets the Stanford monkey off their back

Another fun day of football.

Our team won. It is always better when our team wins.

It was a particularly fun tailgater today. It is always good. This one was a little extra good. At one point, after I hugged what seemed like a hundred people in five minutes, someone said: “Wow. Everybody fucking loves you, and you know really fucking great people.” It is always flattering when everyone seems like they love me, even when it’s an illusion. A lot of people do love me, but not everybody. And, yes–I do know really fucking great people.

I unexpectedly got to see someone I don’t get to see often enough. A bonus.

Paddy tried to high five everyone in and around Autzen, and my cousins love him. How that high five quest ended up is a complicated story that is beyond my writing powers in my current feeble state.

At about 2pm on Friday, as I collapsed on my couch with a fever, I was seriously considering if I should do the smart thing and stay home on Saturday. I am at the part of being sick where I am tired. So tired. Physically, staying home and resting would probably have been the thing to do. But…but..I had cousins in town. Boise State fans. They could have driven down without me, but I wanted to see them seeing how great the party is at Autzen. I wanted to see the Ducks beat Stanford. I wanted to see all my people.

I didn’t want to miss the party.

Back at the home base, I’m exhausted. I feel like I was run over. My feet hurt. My chest hurts. The end of the night got very weird and I had to act like a Mean Mom, which I hated. I am writing this curled up in bed, with a big dose of Benadryl and codeine starting to kick in. I have a fever. I am having a time stringing words together.

Would I do it again?

Fuck yeah.

Ohmygosh, I have just realize that tonight is the night that the clocks get set back an hour. I have an extra hour to sleep before breakfast at 0900!

Life? It is great.