I CANNOT wait for the Oregon/Stanford game tomorrow. Picking up one of my best friends tomorrow at the airport at 11:40am, after coaching Kellen's soccer game at 9am and watching Cooper's game at 10. I hope Cooter scores FOUR girls tomorrow.
My buddy Dean and I will try to dodge Oregon AND Oregon State traffic (I freaking hate it when the schedule Duck/Beaver home games on the same day within hours of each other. Traffic is Atlanta bad. Two slow, snaking lanes for NO FREAKING REASON AT ALL for 70 miles /rant) by bypassing 5 and taking lesser traveresed 99. We may or may not open up the sun roof and we may or may not put on Widespread Panic and we may or may not enjoy our slow crawl to Eugene.
With any luck, we'll check into our hotel (yes, there is a baby jeebus) by 3pm, throw the keys in the safe, crack some cold ones and begin our slow trek to the stadium. We'll hit bars and tailgaters on our way, tossing a small football along our journey. We'll get to our seats and yell and scream and chant and dance. I'll duck out 4 minutes before half time and run to the beer garden to beat the lines. I'll grab 2 beers at a time because I can't buy more and I'll cozy up to a table full of nice looking people by a TV that's showing, with any luck, ANOTHER game than the one we've all paid to see live. Perhaps one I've got a wager upon? Sometimes, I have to coax my new friends to let me tune 1 of the 48 TV's away from the Duck game and I'll offer them a beer or a toke or a joke.
I'll stumble back to my seats where Dean the hard core fan has refused to budge from and has never once sat down. He'll laugh at my red, squinty eyes and tell me all about what the Ducks did or didn't do in my absence. He'll ask about other scores and my bets and ask me for the 18th time what we want to do after the game, will we still want to go to the strip club? I'll high five the crowd and bemoan the wave. I'll order a black coffee at some point and probably attempt to bum a cigarette on the outside rail of the outer ring of the stadium. I'll plead with Dean to leave early if the games out of reach either way, but it won't be because this game will be one of the greatest games in PAC-10 History and will come down to the wire.
Stanford will win and I'll hate it as a fan. But as a gambler holding +7, I'll pay for my tickets and my room and my gas and my beer...well, maybe not my beer. But it's a big nut out on Stanford because I think they'll outclass and outplay and outlast the Ducks. I think their QB and their coach are the best in the nation right now.
Sunday, we'll wake up slow, hit an on campus bar and watch several NFL games at once before heading up I5, sans traffic, to Portland where we'll watch more football and slowly realize that the weekend is over and it's time to think about going back to work and that always sucks, but at least I'll come back to my love and with any groveling I might score some loving. Or at least a nice meal.
Like a kid on xmas eve, I am.