Monday, November 21, 2005

Cal: 27; Stanford: 3

I made it to the Big Game, loaded with decongestant and aspirin!

The Game itself was the kind my dad would have appreciated: a true defensive battle with no major mistakes on either side. The offensive plays were conservative, especially for two schools known for the "West Coast Offense." But there was a razzle-dazzle play at the end that especially warmed the hearts of those of us who knew that the halfback who threw the pass was a senior--and that the first play he had made as a freshman was the same play. Kind of a nice bookend.

Additionally, the students were well-behaved. No Drunk & Disorderly arrests that I saw. The goalposts stayed upright. The Stanford Band stayed until the bitter end and wound up playing to the Cal fans who won't leave until the lights go out--especially if we win.

When Hubs and I got home, DD#1 asked who won. When I told her, "Cal," she asked why we were home so early and how come we were sober. (She's been around too long...)

So now we're Bowl-bound. The family preference is for the Emerald Bowl, simply because travel expenses are minimal. In fact, Bro#2 and I were laughing that we could go to work for half a day, then walk to the game. But Cal will probably get invited to a bowl in El Paso or Las Vegas; so we'll just watch the game on TV and party at home.