Before I get started, let me say this: Let’s not jinx it.
Now that I have that out of the way…
I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be overly emphatic, but we (as in the University of Washington faithful) haven’t had much to celebrate at Husky Stadium these last few years. We all remember the drubbing down at UCLA (the last time we were ranked), and I’ll never forget that night in 2004 when Greg, Zane, and I were left staring at the field in disbelief after Casey Paus (yes, that Casey Paus) led us 58 yards in 39 seconds, converting an improbable 4th down around midfield, only to watch Charles Frederick catch a ball and get tackled on the 2 as time ran out, giving UCLA the 37-31 win.
This is why last night was so amazing. I wasn’t even at the game – due to ridiculous ticket prices (maybe once my diploma pays off and I’m making some real money, then I’ll get season tickets) and my work schedule – but I watched the second half on TV and was impressed over and over again. There were shades of the past few years here and there, but the new Dawgs busted through with a comeback from the seventh largest deficit (the second largest at Husky Stadium) in UW history. And they did it with hard work. From the huge sacks and aggressive defense to the pinpoint spread offense pass attack, everything was coming together like we only wish we could have seen the last three years.
Montlake was bursting with electricity last night, as Zane and his hoarse voice can attest. The team has improved, the fans are coming back (I predict it will be a bit harder to find single game tickets over the next few weeks), and Seattle finally has something to look forward to on Saturdays.
Let’s keep our fingers crossed for next week at Arizona; beating teams we’re supposed to beat will be the true test for the Huskies.
Who am I? This is my blog, not yours, am I right? So shouldn’t I be asking the questions? Like, who are you? And why are you here? Get back to me on that, and then maybe we’ll talk about asking me questions.
This little blog is meant to be a small dose of my life, whether it be a picture I have taken, a quote or a word I may have heard, or a story that played out in my life. It will be updated intermittently (that whole “daily” thing is just a cute name, don’t be so damn literal), and whether I have one reader or one million, nothing is going to change. It will be what I want, how I want it.
There you have it, talk amongst yourselves.
I guess I should leave a real post though, right? I preview of what may come? Sounds good to me:
I was able to get this weekend off of work so that I could come home for my mom and sister’s birthdays (my mother’s is on the 14th and my sister’s is on the 20th). My girlfriend, Kate, and I came down from Seattle yesterday on the 7:30 Amtrak train destined for Portland. When we got arrived and unloaded ourselves from the train, I called my sister to find out their status on picking us up. Well, as luck may have it, they were stuck in beautiful gridlock in I-84 a few miles away. There were no updates from ODOT (shocking) and nothing on the radio, so they had no idea why there was so much traffic.
Well, this morning we found out why. A huge fucking sewer pipe rolled off of a flatbed truck and cracked the concrete railing of the Marquam Bridge, closing I-5 south for a total of six hours. Simply crazy stuff. Thankfully, nobody was hurt, just a few (empty) cars in the parking lot below and the 24-year old truck driver’s pride (and maybe his job security). And since we had no plans other than eventually getting back home to grab my dad and eat some dinner, everything was just peachy. But I must say, we need some better traffic engineers in this ol’ state (and I say ‘we’ loosely, according to my new driver’s license and my future tax returns I am now a Washington resident); as I’m sure we were not the only car on the road completely puzzled as to why Portland was in traffic hell for the day.