cheering vicariously

i can't watch the ducks on TV (except when they lose to Cal, apparently), but i always cheer vicariously through my friends back home. i'm up early to check the scores. and i am wearing my green right now.

did i think the ducks could beat the red-hot beavers? the ducks, with their ugly uniforms, fourteenth string QB, and an offense that has turned the ball over just as many times as they've scored with it? no, not really.

did i still have a candle of hope? a little tiny burning candle of hope that the ducks have recently licked their finger tips and -- pssst, out it goes? yes. no matter how many times they lose bowl games to oklahoma, i still have hope.

and they finally did something i could be proud of. really proud of. in front of 35,000 angry beavers, they not only won, they destroyed them in the civil war. (commence whining about jaquizz rodgers and his bum shoulder).

i will hear none of it. who the hell is jeremiah masoli anyway? enough said.