Civil War for the Roses
Oregon= Ulysses Grant, Oregon State= Robert E. Lee. In short, I’m predicting an Oregon victory tonight, although I do not expect Chip Kelly to appear on the $50 bill anytime soon.
Ed Dickson will turn in a marvelous Senior Day performance (multiple TDs), Jeremiah Masoli will be “sicker than e coli” (couple rushing and passing TDs), and LaMichael James will outduel his Texan counterpart, Quizz Rodgers. I think the final score will be 40-28, with “Beaver Nation” leaving Autzen in tears and the Oregon crowd breaking the previous college football noise record (set by us, of course) of 127.2 decibels.
Joe Bags, Alex, and myself will be on the sidelines tonight, hopefully within shouting distance of the lovely Erin Andrews. JG, meanwhile, will be holding down the Four Ducks fort in the student section. It’s on, baby… 5.5 hours until kickoff!
Wild(cat) Jams in Arizona
I’ve spent 2 of my last 10 days in Eugene, spending the other 8 mostly in Tucson, AZ and Los Angeles, CA. As I write this, I’m stuck in the endless San Joaquin Valley in merciless post Thanksgiving traffic. Let me start this recap by saying the roadtrip to Tucson was by far the most fun, albeit hostile, trip of the year. As you all know, the game last weekend set up a Civil War of enormous stakes this Thursday. And I do mean enormous. As Joe Bags said, “Grown men will cry on Thursday.” He’s absolutely right, but before we speak of what’s coming up, let me recap what happened.
Friday
For once, our travels didn’t start at the ass crack of dawn; we didn’t head up to Portland until 11 AM for our 3:30 flight on US Airways. Our voyage from PDX to PHX was the first time we all flew together to a game. It was also the first time since Boise that the entirety of the Four Ducks traveled together. Jason flew to UCLA, while Burt went to Washington with his girlfriend and missed out on Stanford entirely.
Our mid afternoon flight meant we didn’t get into Phoenix until about 6:45, after the time change. We had a reserved rental car awaiting us at Enterprise, and after a quick shuttle to the rental car center, we thought we were on our way. Until Bags encountered a counter attendant several beers short of a 6 pack. You see, Bags has a worn out, well used debit card that doesn’t always swipe correctly. To no surprise, it wasn’t swiping at the counter. Instead of taking 5 seconds to manually type it in, the gal swiped the card about 30 times, before heading to her superior who simply told her to type it in.
After that dilemma, we were bound for a Chevy HHR. JG came through in the clutch, however, convincing the car attendant to give us a Lincoln MKX for only an additionally $15 a day, which he covered. Armed with a pretty legit vehicle, we began the 2 hour drive down to Tucson.
JG knew some cats in Tucson that were throwing a little soiree, so upon our arrival, we ventured out, sans Oregon gear, for a night on the town. It was a good thing we didn’t wear any Oregon gear; some drunk partiers, after hearing of a separate Duck who attended the party, started some anti-Oregon chants that I’ll spare writing on the blog. We sheepishly kept to our Solo cups and weathered the storm.
The party was a pretty good time…before we knew it, it was 3 AM and we decided to make the trek back to our hotel, the Four Points Sheraton right on the corner of campus. (In typical post-party style, the walk back seemed like it took 30 seconds.)
One last thing about Friday… Let’s just say, Arizona has some talent. Not only in the athletic department, but in the female student body. I’ll give credit where credit is due.
Saturday
Bags began his college career in Tucson, spending his freshman year at Arizona. To him, the trip was a bit of a homecoming, as it was his first time back since leaving. Ironically, his first trip back was only several weeks prior to the end of his college career. Essentially, he was coming full circle, so it was no surprise that Bags was up and about early Saturday morning to walk around campus. JG, Burt, and I eventually joined him, and were pretty impressed with Arizona’s set up. Unlike Oregon, the entirety of their athletic facilities are on campus. While we have a better football and track stadium, Arizona pretty much has everything else (although come next winter, our basketball arena will be superior). What amazed me the most was the quality of their secondary sports facilities, like their softball field and swimming pool. Arizona’s athletic department clearly puts a lot more money into non-revenue generating sports than we do.
The weather was beautiful, and indicative of Bags’ description of never knowing what season it is while you’re at the university. I don’t feel too bad for the students though, having to suffer through ubiquitous palm trees, scantily clad co-eds, and an overall beautiful campus.
The highlight of campus was the ingenuity of the Agricultural house, the Frat-like commune where some Ag majors live. In a move worthy of the Pre-Gaming Hall of Fame, several students, with varying degrees of sobriety, were holding signs that read “You Honk, We Drink!” Do I even have to say that they got many a honks?
By the time the afternoon rolled around, we were back in the hotel, aiming to match our Aggie House rivals. Naturally, Burt passed out around 3 and had to be woken up before we could leave for the game. It was a treat walking with him to Arizona Stadium and listening to him cuss out pretty much every Wildcat fan that strolled by. (He’s got Duck pride, no doubt.) Not like we weren’t getting enough shit as it was. The Arizona fans, as I previously mentioned, were pretty hostile. Even the children got in on the fun. Some round looking kid decided to follow us around with a sign that read “It’s Duck hunting season” for like 5 minutes. Twice. We all tried laughing it off at first, but I was pretty close to punching the kid in the face before telling him to scram.
To further illustrate the Wildcats fans hostility, take a look at this:
You all know about the game and how absolutely epic it was. What you may not know is that JG was pretty close to vomiting the entire 2nd half. If you watched the game, you may have seen Bags and I and our looks of terror toward the end. In a shot deemed worthy of television, I had my hands in my hair looking like I just saw a ghost, while Bags had his scarf wrapped around his face, afraid to see what would happen. Unfortunately, I don’t have a picture of it.
After our amazing, sensational, one-of-a-kind, incendiary comeback, we were exposed to Arizona fans from both sides of the spectrum. Several wished their sincere luck to us in beating Ohio State in the Rose Bowl (their words, not mine…don’t want to be too presumptuous), while others could only muster “Fuck the Ducks!” as we walked by. Whatever, all they have to do is look at the scoreboard…I’m sure they’ll enjoy basketball season.
Sunday
Do you remember the scene in Old School when Beanie is convincing Mitch to fill his recently purchased college house with a fraternity, using the previous weekend’s shenanigans as his bread and butter? The classic part is when Frank chimes in with “I had an awesome time!” Of course, that leads to Vince Vaughn saying, “I know that you had an awesome time. I think the entire town knows you had an awesome time.”
In Arizona, Burt was Frank. Not one, but two random people asked Burt on Sunday morning, “Are you alright?” The first was at Enterprise, as a Christian Slater looking Alex emerged from our rental car, laughing hysterically. The second was the funniest. We stopped at a watering hole near our gate before the flight, aiming to grab a couple morning drinks. After sitting down, the bartender essentially asked Alex if he had a pulse and made a point to grab him some water. Shortly after, Bags and I grabbed some Bloody Mary’s…and Burt followed with a 10 am vodka tonic. Not to outdo himself, Burt ordered another vodka tonic on the flight to Salt Lake City (our layover on the way to Portland), being “that guy” who pays with a $20 and doesn’t have exact change. Our poor flight attendant had to traverse the plane begging for someone to get her smaller bills.
After a steady day of flying and driving, we made it back to Eugene, looking like a combination of Robert Downey Jr., Macaulay Culkin, and Tiger Woods. (Too soon?) But…it was an absolutely epic, classic trip that will live in Four Ducks lore. By far the best of the season (although a trip to a certain Southern California city on New Years could top it…)
More to come this week, as the Ducks prepare for the biggest Civil War in its 113 year history.
Do you smell roses?
Bad Times in the Bay
So I didn’t feel like writing after Oregon’s jarring 51-42 loss in Palo Alto 10 days ago…can you really blame me?
The game was a microcosm of the weekend. The Bay had shit weather on Friday, making our 4:30 AM departure useless as there was no point in doing anything Friday afternoon. Not unless you wanted to get soaked. Ironically, despite the fact all of us live in Eugene, where it rains habitually, none of us brought rain gear on the trip. Didn’t think we’d need it. So, technically I’ve seen Berkeley now (that was our only stop en route to Santa Clara), but not really…I’ll have to see it again next time.
Friday night was pretty uneventful too, as we just chilled at Jason’s cousins house. Saturday’s weather was infinitely better, but it didn’t matter since the Ducks lost, putting the icing on the cake of the worst time I’ve personally ever had in the Bay.
Stanford was the 4th trip in less than a month for Bags and I. The 3rd for JG. Just look at the mileage we logged in Oct./Nov.
UCLA: 1786 miles
Chicago: 4288 miles (mostly via air)
Washington: 576 miles (piece of cake)
Stanford: 1172 miles
Add that to the 1100 miles traveled to Boise and back, and my car has taken quite a toll this term.
No sense in even reviewing the Arizona State game. It was close at some points, but not really, finishing with a 44-21 score. The Ducks are far superior to the Sun Devils, but perhaps overlooked them at some points last weekend.
I don’t expect the Ducks to overlook the Wildcats this weekend. Preview of that to come later in the week.
Thanks for continuing to read the blog. Until later…
Yay Area
After a 4:00 AM wake up call this morning, Joe Bags, JG, and myself hit I-5 South at 4:30 AM to make our way down to the Bay Area. Alex…well, let’s just say he’s staying behind in Eugene for his first missed game of the year.
Now, at 12:45 PM…I feel like I’ve been TJ Warded. That is, completely annihilated. The show must go on though, because as Marvin Lewis said, “Sometimes you gotta dig deep…and be a f****** pro.”
As I write this, the Malibu is leaving the In N’ Out parking lot, where we officially ate 3 days of caloric intake. We’re stopping in Berkeley first, as JG and I have never been. Probably spend a few hours there and then head into San Francisco or something. But…our pans are subject to change, as apparently we brought Eugene’s rainy weather with us. Ironically, despite coming from Oregon…none of us are prepared whatsoever for a rainy weekend. Awesome. (Note: We only managed to stay in Berkeley for like an hour before saying to hell with the rain.)
On to the game. My gut tells me 45-17. Stanford make hang around for a little bit in the first half, ala Washington, but the Ducks will prevail. Chip Kelly seems to really have instilled his “every weekend is a National Championship” bit, and because of that, I don’t share the apprehensions of the national media that the Ducks are ripe for upset. The Ducks will do exactly what Chip preaches…Win the Day against a mediocre Big Ten masquerading as a Pac-10 team.
Everyone knows Stanford plays with a physical (i.e. slow) style that is most typically found in methodical Big Ten teams.. They’ll be overwhelmed by Oregon’s dominant offense and their modest success in the power running game won’t be enough to compensate. I also expect Kenjon Barner to win the return battle against Stanford’s prominent return man Chris Owusu.
Should be interesting to see Stanford Stadium overrun by Duck fans tomorrow. We got our tickets for 12 dollars a pop. Combine that with the massive Bay Area influence in Eugene, and I think this will be a pseudo home game for the Ducks.
Going to be a brief, 36 hour stay in the Bay…but it should be fun.
Go Ducks!
Do Weekends Get Much Better?
I’d like to follow Rule #76 of “No Excuses, Play Like a Champion,” but 10 days in between posts is a direct consequence of having midterms and a 10 page business proposal last week. Anyway, enough excuses, time to write like a champion.
Oregon 43 – Washington 19
First, let’s talk Oregon’s 43-19 declawing of the Huskies. I think the Huskies’ fans said it best with some of the comments I heard after the game.
1) From drunken, idiotic fan sitting several rows behind me who felt like taunting the Four Ducks with sarcastic chants of “What a defense!” and “Nice loss to Boise!” while somberly leaving the stadium:
“You guys kicked our ass and totally outplayed us. Nice win,” while quickly shaking my hand before presumably going to drink his sorrows away.
2) At a Burger King outside of Tacoma.
“How’d the game go? What was the score, ” asked a local, who apparently was stuck in a cave all day.
“Ugh…43 to not enough,” he solemnly uttered. On the way out, after seeing us decked out in our Duck gear, he said, “You guys have a hell of a team. Good luck.”
At least some of the Huskies fan had class. Many of them not so much, however. I particularly enjoyed “Captain Husky” tearing apart a Duck filled with feathers…in the 4th quarter, while we were up over 20 points.
I enjoyed my first time in Seattle (although…I can’t really consider that being in Seattle, seeing as I didn’t see any of the city. At all), but Husky Stadium is an absolute piece of garbage. It shocked me how dilapidated the bleachers were. I still have splinters up my ass, 2 weeks later.
Someone I work with said it best: “Husky Stadium is a piece of shit, but if they were to completely tear it down and play in Qwest for a few years while a new stadium was erected in the same location, they’d have one hell of a program.”
True story. Combine that with the fact Seattle is a major city with a large airport and I5 conveniently running right through it, the Huskies might be on to something if they could ever overcome their ass stadium and ridiculously campy coach.
But, let’s not speak of their potential…let’s just revel in our absolute domination of them this decade. I.e…6 straight wins. Not to credit myself or anything, but my prediction of 31-20 and a career day from LaMichael James was fairly accurate. James set a career record in rushing yards (that was broken last weekend) and chipped in 2 touchdowns. Not bad for a redshirt freshman.
My Washington prediction wasn’t my first Miss Cleo moment of the season. Let’s look at some prior predictions:
Utah (W 31-24)–”Anyway, I’m personally expecting the Ducks to eek this one out, with WT III a scoring force in some aspect of the game. Final score something along the lines of 31-23.” One point off, and WTIII did indeed score, on a 78 yard punt return.
UCLA (W 24-10)–”I expect a solid, but unspectacular, Ducks’ victory, something in the mold of 24-3, with Nate Costa proving an apt replacement for Jeremiah Masoli.” Costa didn’t play all that particularly well, but managed to throw 2 touchdowns…one to Oregon, one to UCLA. Maybe that 2nd one doesn’t count so much.
Washington (W 43-19)–“I think the Ducks will prevail…31-20, with LaMichael James having a career day.” As previously mentioned, 15 for 154 and 2 TDs qualifies as a career day in my book.
USC (W 47-20): While I have no visual evidence to back this up, I was telling anyone who would listen that I thought the Ducks would embarrass the Trojans 41-21. I guess you’ll have to take my word for it. Which brings us to last weekend…
Oregon 47 – USC 20 Where to start…what a surreal night. The game was never really in doubt, which explains why the decibel level measured at 110, in comparison to 127 in 2007. The reason being…there was no defining play, like Matt Harper’s famous “The Pick 2″ in 2007. Simply put, the Ducks flat out dominated USC, and the crowd was just consistently noisy throughout, never having to amp it up to ridiculous 127 levels.
If you want highlights, check this out (note: I usually don’t post such long videos, but every second of this win is worth savoring): http://www.addictedtoquack.com/2009/11/2/1111083/usc-at-oregon-highlights
Columns have been produced en masse recapping this game, so I won’t bother. Here are a few links, though.
Stewart Mandel, of SI.com: http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/2009/writers/stewart_mandel/11/01/football.overtime/index.html
Gene Menez, of SI.com (yes, this is a Heisman column…): http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/2009/writers/gene_menez/11/02/heisman.watch/index.html
John Canzano, of the Oregonian, making an ass of himself while eating his prediction that the Ducks “aren’t a bowl team”: http://www.oregonlive.com/sports/oregonian/john_canzano/index.ssf/2009/10/canzano_oregon_could_be_sittin.html
On second thought, don’t give his column more traffic…that’s why he writes such asinine shit in the first place.
Joe Bags, Burt, and myself were all on the field for this one, making it all the more special. And I must say, it’s a hell of a lot louder down on the field. Here’s hoping I can get on the field again for massive, chill inducing victories.
This weekend really was the perfect storm for Eugene…Gameday, Oregon-USC…and of course, Halloween. Even Coach Kelly got in on the Halloween fun, donning the Duck costume for an early morning appearance on Gameday, once again showing he’s a master of all things media. What an absolute badass…this is definitely a Gameday first.
Not to get too far ahead of ourselves, but this victory could mean a pleasant January visit to Los Angeles for the Four Ducks. Who knows which bowl that will be, exactly…but here’s to hoping I have to miss the first few days of Week 1 of Winter Term…
We’re back on the road this weekend, heading down to the Bay Friday morning. This is the first game we actually have to buy tickets for…but that shouldn’t be a problem considering Stanford has a bigger problem selling out their stadium than Oregon State. Well, maybe Oregon State has the bigger problem…
Until the game preview later this week…
Go Ducks!
Chi-City…and tomorrow’s Northwest battle
“It starts up north from Hollywood, Water on the drivin’ side. Concrete mountains rearin’ up, Throwin’ shadows just about five. Sometimes you can smell the green, If your mind is feelin’ fine. There ain’t no finer place to be, Then runnin’ Lake Shore Drive. And there’s no piece of mind or place, you see, Ridin’ on Lake Shore Drive.”— Aliotta, Haynes & Jeremiah
Continuing our North American tour, we found ourselves leaving Eugene in the middle of the night for the second week in a row: we left for LA at midnight on 10/9 and left for Chicago (via PDX) at 3:00 AM. After sleeping for an hour and a half, I picked Bags up and we began our journey. Driving conditions were not optimal, as the Willamette Valley was packed with fog, leaving us with about 30 yards of visibility and slowing us down considerably. We arrived at the PDX Red Economy lot at 4:55 AM and promptly sprinted to the first shuttle we could find, knowing we had to hustle to make our 6 AM flight. Sadly, “hustle” is not in the PDX shuttle vocabulary, as I found out after the following exchange with our bus driver.
“Excuse me ma’am, how long of a ride is this?”
“Well, typically, the route lasts 40 minutes, but we’re a little over halfway through.”
Bags and I looked at our cell phones for the time (5:05 AM) and realized we’d maybe have 40 minutes once we got to the United counter. Not helping matters was our drivers’ insufferable habit of helping each and every last passenger onto the bus, regardless of whether they needed it or not.
Finally, at 5:20 AM, we arrived at the United counter. Unfortunately, bag check ceases 45 minutes to departure, putting Bags in a bit of a pickle, as he was planning on checking one of his bags. This led to one of the largest carry-ons in the history of the airline business. Only a man with “Bags” as his nickname could pull such a feat.
Our luck ended brusquely with Disney World-esque security checkpoint lines. By this time, we had about 35 minutes to departure, providing us with an agonizingly slow wait as we could see our weekend wither before our eyes. After making it through at 5:45, we began a sprint to E6 that Macaulay Culkin would be proud of. We made it on the plane with ten minute to spare, looking like the assholes of UA6076 to LAX.
After just completing our 4th round-trip drive to LA the previous weekend, Joe Bags and I arrived at LAX for the first time in our flying career at about 8:10 AM. Ironically, it was just as a garbage layover to Chicago. For those of you wondering at home, yes, we did fly directly south 2 hours in order to fly northeast 4 hours. We can thank Travelocity for that gem.
Two hours after arriving at LAX, we border UA 942 with direct service to O’Hare. Flight time= 3.5 hours, not exactly welcoming. Incredibly uncomfortable sleep followed (can you really call it sleep?), and after what seemed like an eternity, we landed in Chicago at 4:20 PM, almost 12 hours after we began our journey. Bags was back to his roots, whereas I was just glad to be back in CST. The weather, as Bags predicted, was “cold with battleship grey skies.”
Pizza was our priority Friday night, and as soon as we arrived at Casa de Bags, we ordered a small pepperoni deep dish pizza from the famed Giordano’s Pizza and a small thin crust sausage and onion from Bags’ personal favorite, Pat’s Pizza. To end our first “day” in Chicago, we cruised around the city on the routes of Bags’ past, namely Lake Shore Drive.
Saturday
Bags made pretty clear his intention of getting on the road to South Bend sometime between 8 and 9 Saturday morning. After a day of exhausting travel, however, we ended up sleeping until 9 and not getting on the road until 10. This left us in a traffic disaster, and Bags’ anger was palatable. Not helping matters were the extraordinarily idiotic drivers on the toll roads, who were clogging up the I-Pass lanes without actually having an I-Pass. According to Bags, this is a rare occurrence, yet strangely, it happened to us twice during our South Bend travels.
Arriving in South Bend around 12:30, we faced a serious time constraint and had to choose between seeing campus, or chilin’ with Bags’ cronies from back in the day. Naturally, we chose to chill, and ended up straggling to our 50 yard line seats with 20 minutes to kick off (3:10). What followed was a classic Notre Dame – USC battle, at least from my perspective. Not so much from Joe’s.
The Hendele family has had the same Notre Dame tickets for over 70 years, dating back to the days of John Hendele Jr. After the death of John Jr., Joe’s father, John III, carried on the tradition and developed his own Notre Dame routines. Included in this are sacred stops at Sunny Italy for dinner after the game. (Also included= hideous, er…eccentric green, blue, and yellow Brooks Brothers corduroy pants that garner laughs from tailgaters all over South Bend. “Three” is still the man though.) Three has been going to Sunny Italy for so long that he has his own table, in the front of the restaurant, reserved for him after every game, regardless of how packed the establishment is. Before dinner though, Three barges through the kitchen doors and has his weekly chat with the proprietor/chef. As you may have expected, our first stop after the game was…Sunny Italy.
Thanks to abnormally horrendous traffic, we didn’t return to Chicago until 11 PM. Wanting to see more of the city, Bags took me on another cruise around the city, with Lake Shore Drive prominently involved once more. Added into the drive this time, however, was Michigan Avenue, the bustling commercial street in downtown Chicago that claims Water Tower Place (a mall), swanky hotels, and numerous designer retail stores.
A little late night hunger took us to the well-known Wiener Circle restaurant, with its famous cheese fries and “Char-dogs.” This isn’t your typical hot dog stand, though. This is a popular late-night locale for drunken folk eager to be harassed, cajoled, and trash talked by notoriously uncouth servers. Let’s put it this way…not only have the servers been known to flash for tips, but a tip jar lies on the counter that reads, “Fuck off and show us some love!” That’s part of their bit though, and as long as their bit includes having the greatest hot dogs on earth (no exaggeration there), I’m down.
Sunday
Sunday was a bit more chill, with culinary efficiency and socializing our prime objective. An hour after being served breakfast by Bags’ mother, Rochelle, I was introduced to one of Chicago’s specialties, Al’s Italian Beef. Similar to a French Dip, what sets Al’s Italian Beef apart is its thinly sliced, spicy, au-jus soaked delicacy.
The afternoon brought a slice of hipster Chicago culture. Bags’ longtime buddy Drew Jansky lives in Bucktown, where crazy, futuristic, ridiculous stores line the streets. We made it to his crib in time to watch the Vikings near implosion against the Ravens, much to my dismay. Jansky and his roommates had some friends over, all in Bears regalia, for the game that night. Of course, they were cheering for the Vikings to finish off their choke job, while I was the only one wishing they’d hang on. I wasn’t too vocal, however, while adhering to the words of the great Tank Johnson in this year’s Hard Knocks: “Maybe I should just shut the fuck up.”
As you all know, the Vikings did hang on, allowing me to enjoy my afternoon in the Bears’ fortress. Chips, dip, and cans of Keystone littered the living room while we chilled and watched the Patriots thrash the Titans. All in all, a great time, especially for myself, having the opportunity to enjoy the genuine, everyday culture of Chicago for the first time.
And that’s really what I took out of this weekend. Sure, I didn’t get a chance to see as many things as I may have liked, but I got to enjoy slices of life in South Bend, IN, and Chicago, IL…two places I don’t frequent.
Monday
Bags and I are really getting used to going hard on the weekends and leaving a major city after only having spent several days there. Waking up Monday morning, we knew the Chicago weekend was essentially over. But, before we called it quits, we hit up LSD one last time and saw some other parts of Chicago we’d yet to see during the weekend. First on the agenda was Armitage street, famous for its absurdly swanky houses, including a house that cost $80 million. And what Chicago trip would be complete without a pilgrimage to Wrigley Field. (Besides, having already seen the dump called U.S. Cellular whatever it’s called, had to see an actual baseball stadium before we left.) Finally, for posterity’s sake, we ordered one last Giordano’s pizza. Although, in retrospect, I wish I would have followed that up a desert of Char-dog. Maybe next time.
At one, we headed to O’Hare for our 3:30 flight and returned to Eugene about 10 pm. In between, however, was a foreshadowing layover at Sec-Tac. What started with a reminder of our last opponent, UCLA, at LAX, ended with a foreshadowing of our next, Washington. Even when we jaunt half way across the country for a weekend, the Ducks bring us back.
Which brings me to tomorrow’s game. We’re all leaving at 4:45 outta Eugene, aiming to make Seattle a day trip. If that sounds blasphemous, I would have to agree with you. But consider our situation…after 2 straight weekends in major American cities, we gotta take it easy this weekend, even if that means half-assing Seattle in my first trip there.
Many national columnists are picking an Oregon loss as their upset special. I share their concern. Washington has been better than their 3-4 record indicates, as their USC upset and close losses to Notre Dame and Arizona shows. A Ducks team led by an 80% Masoli certainly runs the risk of being upset in a hostile environment against a scorned, bitter rival. Nonetheless, I think the Ducks will prevail…31-20, with LaMichael James having a career day.
Until next time…Go Ducks!
(Pictures up soon, hopefully…although their aren’t many.)
Neuheisel is Pathetic
UCLA coach Rick Neuheisel is affectionately known as “Neu-wheasel” to many of his rivals. His actions following the Ducks’ 24-10 victory at the Rose Bowl on Saturday only solidified that.
I’m sure this wasn’t shown on television, but following the game, Neuheisel grabbed the PA mic and went onto the field, apologizing for his pitiful offense and garbage football team. Unfortunately for Neuheisel, however, JG describes UCLA fans as “the fairweather Dodger fans,” meaning that by the time the clock hit 0:00, the only people left were Duck fans.
Neuheisel starts his schtick about 38 seconds into the video and rambles for about 20 seconds. He’s right, it won’t be an “overnight” thing that can be fixed by “working their butts off.” Garbage football is garbage football, period. See you next year UCLA.
As the fan at the end of the video notes, “Bye Neu-Wheasel.”
