Former Teammate: Old friend, new nemesis

Update: UCLA 51 – OSU 28

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nce upon a time, UCLA recruited two freshman as quarterbacks. Both were highly rated high school students, both in the top 20 of their class nationally. As you can imagine, this was quite a coup by the Bruins. But developing two quarterbacks at the same time seemed counter productive so the coach had one–Matt–redshirt his freshman year. For those of you who are unfamiliar, a redshirt means that a college student can be a member of the team, practice with the team and receive his scholarship, but he cannot play in a game. This allows the player an extra year of eligibility, a fifth year as a senior–for example, a redshirt freshman is usually a sophomore in school. The other advantage is that the team has extra time to develop a talented and promising student-athlete who might otherwise be a bit raw or undersized.

This was the case with Matt on both counts. He was tall, but a bit scrawny, and he had only begun to play the quarterback position in his senior year in high school. He had little discipline at the position–little patience to read the defense before delivering the ball–but his athleticism allowed him to play at an exceptional level and incited many colleges to go after him. UCLA won out. Drew, the other quarterback, had been a quarterback most of his football life. He knew how to lead and he was already pretty big as a freshman, so he remained on the team as a true freshman, the backup of the senior quarterback, Cory.

Everything was hunky-dory–well, as hunky-dory as a team that had self-imploded the previous year could be. Cory was a highly touted QB who turned out to be a bust; a DUI and involvement with a team parking lot scandal will change many young men. But as a senior he was the best the Bruins had and Drew backed him up, until the fifth game of the season when Cory broke his arm. Drew was called on and he performed adequately for two games when suddenly he was sacked hard and injured his shoulder. Left without a quarterback, the coach turned to Matt, asking him to give up his redshirt year for the team. Reluctant, Matt relented, wanting to be a team player. And lo and behold, he led the Bruins in a victory over Stanford in his very first start. This had the makings of a Cinderella story, except for the fact that the coach was a jerk.

The Back Story: Coach BT had proven for the past few years that he was only concerned with his own reputation, his own job. In 1998, he blamed the final losses to Miami and Wisconsin on his Defensive Coordinator and fired him. The following season, when the offense sputtered, the Offensive coach got the ax. In the year before Matt and Drew, a great running back named DeShaun had improperly “borrowed” an SUV long term from an actor. He viewed it as a favor. The NCAA viewed it as an infraction. But before the NCAA even ruled, the coach decided to sit DeShaun down. He was being strict, he said; he was being true to the spirit of NCAA sportsmanship. DeShaun was punished. Fortunately, we had other running backs; none as great as the DeShaun, but adequate, we thought. Then we lost three games in a row.

Before the last game against our arch rival U$C, another incident came to light. Cory, the quarterback had been arrested for a DUI during break the previous winter, but had failed to tell anyone in the administration, including the coach, about it. An arrest needs to be addressed with disciplinary action; an arrest that was kept hidden for months really needed to be addressed. A young man makes a mistake and drives drunk. Okay, say you’re sorry and let’s move on. But to hide it for almost a year is a different matter. This is not a mistake; this is a deliberate attempt to hide the truth. Despite the fact that we were playing our arch rival and had no decent quarterback to play in his stead, Cory should be suspended. But Coach BT could not chance losing. The season would be a disaster. So he made up an excuse about young men needing second chances and played him. As you can imagine, the uproar in the media and among fans was great. The coach was inconsistent; indeed, the coach played favorites. The fact that DeShaun was black and Cory was white only exasperated the situation. The Bruins, with Cory at the helm, ultimately lost to an out manned U$C team 21-0. On TV, you could see that the players were not playing very hard: missed tackles, fumbled balls. It was a debacle.

Fast Forward: So after Matt leads UCLA to a win over Stanford, there is a buzz among the faithful. Is matt the One? Is he our quarterback of the future? No. the next week, Drew is okayed to play by the medical staff and Matt sits down again, having burned his redshirt for the team. For one game. At the end of the season, after UCLA loses again to their dreaded nemesis, Coach TD is fired. He isn’t even allowed to coach the team in their final bowl game; that’s how bad it was. He had taken the Bruins to the edge of greatness in 1998 and then went into free fall for the next four years. UCLA decides to hire one of its own, Coach KD, a former wide receiver for the Bruins in the 80s and assistant coach for teams such as Washington, Colorado and the NFL’s Denver Broncos. Matt wanted to transfer to another team. He had burned a year of eligibility already and did not really want to play for a coach who had not recruited him. But Coach KD talked to Matt and his dad and convinced him to stay another year, to try out his West Coast Offense (WCO).

Matt agreed, albeit reluctantly.

During Spring practice the following year, Matt performed horrendously. He had obviously not studied the voluminous playbook that is the WCO, and Drew out-performed him in every drill. Drew was the next quarterback, everyone touted. This lit a fire under Matt. He studied the playbook hard, learning as much as he could over the summer. And in Fall practice, he beat out Drew by a hair and was named the Bruin starting quarterback a week before the season began. But Fate is a fickle thing. In the second quarter of the first game of the season against Colorado, Matt twisted his knee and was sidelined for a few weeks. Coach KD, not wanting to discourage Matt, said publicly to the media that no player would lose his position due to injury, meaning of course that Matt would still be the starter when he came back. Of course, Coach KD did not anticipate Drew winning four of the next five games.

I’m fine, my knee’s okay, Matt told Coach, but Coach KD found it difficult to tinker with success, to mess up the chemistry the team seemed to manifest with Drew. Matt began to make his case with the press: I’m good to go. I can play. Coach promised that a player does not lose his status due to injury.

Under this pressure, it only took one bad game by Drew for Coach to make the change back to Matt. But Matt sucked. He played two games and he performed miserably, far worse than Drew. So Coach decided to put Drew back in. Matt did not manifest his displeasure on the sideline or in practice. And while he did not say anything untoward about anyone, it was clear that he was upset. In the last game of the season against our arch rival, Drew was not having a particularly good game. The Offensive Coordinator talked to Coach via his headset, asking whether they should put in Matt in the last quarter. Coach told him no: “Drew needs this time to gain more experience for next year.” Unbeknownst to both coaches, Matt also had his head set on and heard their exchange. He ripped off his headset and retreated to the locker room.

The next day he asked for his release, and Coach DK gave it to him…

Matt was lost. He thought of becoming a baseball player and was even drafted by the California/Anaheim/Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim (?!?). But after a year in a community college, he decided that he wanted to play football after all, and through his former high school coach, found his way to Coach Riley and the Oregon State Beavers, where this year as a starter, Matt has led them to a 4-2 record and a stunning win over the California Bears.

Guess who we play today? Matt Moore and the Oregon State Beavers. And Drew is our senior quarterback. All week long the above story–which is mostly my recollection of things–has been rehashed to death by the LA media. One reporter from the Press Enterprise even tried to goad Matt into saying something volatile–something like, I have a grudge against Coach KD. But to his credit, Matt has remained calm. So has Drew.

So the stage is set. Two players who vied for the same position will now play against each other leading different teams. It is a time to settle, once and for all, who is the better quarterback. Drew or Matt. I should mention that for the last two years, many fans and media have painted Drew as a mediocre player. Indeed many have lamented the departure of Matt, citing Coach KD’s ineptitude. (For the record, I have always believed in both KD and Drew) But Coach KD has brought stability to the program. The Bruins have had mediocre season the last two years, but he has brought discipline and responsibility; accountability and pride. He has brought teamwork to create a Team. It should not be a surprise that a significant number of players from the previous years have quit or transferred, unable to uphold the integrity that Coach KD demands. As an alumnus of UCLA, I am proud of the work he has done. For his part, Drew has never flinched, moped or complained about the criticism he has endured and the pressure put on him. He has been a class act throughout. I am truly impressed by this young man, and I am glad that he is now playing the best football of his life. He is 7th in the nation in QB efficiency. He has 15 touchdowns against thee interceptions, has let the Bruins to a 6-0 start and a #9 ranking in the first BCS, and has been named a semi-finalist for the Unitas Award for the best quarterback in college. Still, college football is a game of heart and spirit and guts. Matt Moore has every chance of upsetting us today.

And I’m sure–despite his cool demeanor this week–he would just love to do it.

Five Weird Habits

I’

ve been tagged twice recently… actually, more like last week. I would have written something ealrier but I’ve been busy with the immigration stuff and then by the work I put off while I was doing the immigration stuff. Okay, bad excuse, but that’s okay. It’s my excuse, and since this is my blog, I will accept it as valid.

So the first tag was from Taku. I will do Eechim’s next, so if you’re reading this, don’t worry, I didn’t forget you…

Five Weird Habits!?!

Do you know how hard this is? I mean think about it. What is a habit?

  1. An established custom
  2. A pattern of behavior acquired through frequent repetition
  3. Excessive use of drugs

All three definitions refer to activies conducted without much thought. That is, they are done automatically, spontaneously, without the actor thinking of what to do, right? So if this is the case, how do I know what my own habits are? If they are things I do without thinking, I may not actually know I’m doing them “habitually.” It is just a part of my routine and they are not “weird” for if I thought they were weird, I would be thinking about them, no? Okay, sorry. I think my argument is turning circular…

In any event, in order to complete this task, I have asked others what “habits” I have and I was rather embarrased to find out what they are, and I am hard pressed to share them here with you. But share them I will, because if I didn’t, then I wouldn’t be The O-man. Hahhahaahha. Stop rolling your eyes.

So here goes, in no particular order…

  1. I fall asleep immediately after a full meal in front of the TV.
    Not necessarily weird? Well, according to M, what makes it fascinating is that I will be lying on my right side, with my right arm propped up on its elbow and my head resting in the palm of my right hand. I will sometimes sway forward or backward, but I will right myself and continue sleeping. My balance is so good that I can even do this on a workout bench–you know, the padded bench for chest presses. I’ll be horizontal on the bench and be fast asleep in front of the TV relaxing after a round of weight lifting. M is quite impressed. Me? I didn’t know it was a big deal. In fact, I don’t even know I’m sleeping in such a precarious position until I wake up.
  2. I don’t shower when I don’t leave the house.
    Eeeeyoooou. Yes, I can hear you. I suppose this is a product of having lived alone for a few years, but when I’m at home alone, I will wake up, watch TV, eat a meal, do some work, whatever. I will go through the whole day without even thinking about taking a shower. And since the odor that I undoubtedly emanate develops slowly, my olfactory senses grow accustomed to the smell before I realize that something is afoul. I must admit, however, that by the third day–EEEEEEYOOOOOU!–I “feel” like I should shower… M really hates this, as you might imagine.
  3. I eat one thing at a time.
    When I eat a meal, I don’t eat a little of this and then a little of that. If I start eating the salad, I will eat it until I’m finished. If I start on the soup, I will finish the soup before I start eating anything else. I come from a modest background so we weren’t served meals in courses, so I don’t know where I picked up this habit. But at a restaurant, I’m pretty okay, since salads and soups come at different times, but when the main course comes, I will usually eat one thing at a time. I will eat all the vegetables first, often each vegetable separately (unless it’s a salad). If I start the baked potato, I will eat it until it’s gone, then work on the broccoli, which I will finish before moving to the steamed carrots. Actually, I will eat the potato last, because it is the most filling. Don’t want to be full if I haven’t started my steak, yet. This too is something M noticed. I had no I dea I was eating like this until she mentioned it.
  4. I don’t clip my toe nails, I rip them off.
    It’s not as bad as it sounds. I have pretty healthy cuticles but my toe nails are soft for some reason and I can pick at them with my sturdy finger nails and then kinda peel them sideways. M always tells me to use the clippers, but sometimes it’s too much trouble get up an retrieve them. I suppose this is not very hygenic, but then its not like I take my shoes of in the Metro and start my weird grooming habits.
  5. In class, I giggle all the time.
    Yes, I even asked a student of mine. I never thought about it, but I guess I laugh a lot. Sometimes I will say something that I think is funny. Often students will just roll their eyes, but I will chuckle nonetheless. Sometimes I will only think of something and chuckle. But rare is the class when I manifest a serious and sober countenance. I mean, how boring would that be? This student said that it was okay that I giggled because the students don’t think I’m so much a freak. Some professors need to be professorial to keep control of the class. Some professor love to be buddy-buddy with the students but end up losing control of the class. I, apparently, can be both: professorial while keeping the students at ease. Maybe it’s the giggles. Who knows?

I can’t believe I’m displaying myself in all my weirdness… Oops, oh yeah, I’m supposed to tag five people, so I will tag the first five people who commented on yesterday’s entry:

Your task is to list Five Weird Habits you have and then tag five other people. Be as explicit or modest as you want. It is, afterall, YOUR blog. Go to it, boy and girls.

Five Weird Habits

I’

ve been tagged twice recently… actually, more like last week. I would have written something ealrier but I’ve been busy with the immigration stuff and then by the work I put off while I was doing the immigration stuff. Okay, bad excuse, but that’s okay. It’s my excuse, and since this is my blog, I will accept it as valid.

So the first tag was from Taku. I will do Eechim’s next, so if you’re reading this, don’t worry, I didn’t forget you…

Five Weird Habits!?!

Do you know how hard this is? I mean think about it. What is a habit?

  1. An established custom
  2. A pattern of behavior acquired through frequent repetition
  3. Excessive use of drugs

All three definitions refer to activies conducted without much thought. That is, they are done automatically, spontaneously, without the actor thinking of what to do, right? So if this is the case, how do I know what my own habits are? If they are things I do without thinking, I may not actually know I’m doing them “habitually.” It is just a part of my routine and they are not “weird” for if I thought they were weird, I would be thinking about them, no? Okay, sorry. I think my argument is turning circular…

In any event, in order to complete this task, I have asked others what “habits” I have and I was rather embarrased to find out what they are, and I am hard pressed to share them here with you. But share them I will, because if I didn’t, then I wouldn’t be The O-man. Hahhahaahha. Stop rolling your eyes.

So here goes, in no particular order…

  1. I fall asleep immediately after a full meal in front of the TV.
    Not necessarily weird? Well, according to M, what makes it fascinating is that I will be lying on my right side, with my right arm propped up on its elbow and my head resting in the palm of my right hand. I will sometimes sway forward or backward, but I will right myself and continue sleeping. My balance is so good that I can even do this on a workout bench–you know, the padded bench for chest presses. I’ll be horizontal on the bench and be fast asleep in front of the TV relaxing after a round of weight lifting. M is quite impressed. Me? I didn’t know it was a big deal. In fact, I don’t even know I’m sleeping in such a precarious position until I wake up.

  2. I don’t shower when I don’t leave the house.
    Eeeeyoooou. Yes, I can hear you. I suppose this is a product of having lived alone for a few years, but when I’m at home alone, I will wake up, watch TV, eat a meal, do some work, whatever. I will go through the whole day without even thinking about taking a shower. And since the odor that I undoubtedly emanate develops slowly, my olfactory senses grow accustomed to the smell before I realize that something is afoul. I must admit, however, that by the third day–EEEEEEYOOOOOU!–I “feel” like I should shower… M really hates this, as you might imagine.

  3. I eat one thing at a time.
    When I eat a meal, I don’t eat a little of this and then a little of that. If I start eating the salad, I will eat it until I’m finished. If I start on the soup, I will finish the soup before I start eating anything else. I come from a modest background so we weren’t served meals in courses, so I don’t know where I picked up this habit. But at a restaurant, I’m pretty okay, since salads and soups come at different times, but when the main course comes, I will usually eat one thing at a time. I will eat all the vegetables first, often each vegetable separately (unless it’s a salad). If I start the baked potato, I will eat it until it’s gone, then work on the broccoli, which I will finish before moving to the steamed carrots. Actually, I will eat the potato last, because it is the most filling. Don’t want to be full if I haven’t started my steak, yet. This too is something M noticed. I had no I dea I was eating like this until she mentioned it.

  4. I don’t clip my toe nails, I rip them off.
    It’s not as bad as it sounds. I have pretty healthy cuticles but my toe nails are soft for some reason and I can pick at them with my sturdy finger nails and then kinda peel them sideways. M always tells me to use the clippers, but sometimes it’s too much trouble get up an retrieve them. I suppose this is not very hygenic, but then its not like I take my shoes of in the Metro and start my weird grooming habits.

  5. In class, I giggle all the time.
    Yes, I even asked a student of mine. I never thought about it, but I guess I laugh a lot. Sometimes I will say something that I think is funny. Often students will just roll their eyes, but I will chuckle nonetheless. Sometimes I will only think of something and chuckle. But rare is the class when I manifest a serious and sober countenance. I mean, how boring would that be? This student said that it was okay that I giggled because the students don’t think I’m so much a freak. Some professors need to be professorial to keep control of the class. Some professor love to be buddy-buddy with the students but end up losing control of the class. I, apparently, can be both: professorial while keeping the students at ease. Maybe it’s the giggles. Who knows?

I can’t believe I’m displaying myself in all my weirdness… Oops, oh yeah, I’m supposed to tag five people, so I will tag the first five people who commented on yesterday’s entry:

Your task is to list Five Weird Habits you have and then tag five other people. Be as explicit or modest as you want. It is, afterall, YOUR blog. Go to it, boy and girls.

My Readers

I

t has been almost two and a half years since I began to blog back in June of 2003. I am not the most popular blog, certainly. I have seen sites that get thousands of hits and hundreds of comments daily. It is amazing. I often wonder if the recipient actually reads each comment. I imagine that it would take hours to read every one. As for myself, I have my share of readers, and most are pretty dedicated. There were times when I wondered if my subscribers actually read what I wrote, but occasionally I get a comment from a heretofore none quiet reader, someone who was moved to write something on a specific topic. I, in turn, am moved to learn that they are actually reading my humble words–I guess mostly on their own subscription page or by email. It is flattering. I must admit I never imagined anyone would want to read the drivel I come up with.

I am also a member of the Asian online community, the Rice Bowl Journal (RBJ). It is, as I have mentioned before, a site where bloggers of Asian heritage can commune with each other. Some have said that it is racist. I don’t agree with this accusation, of course, otherwise I wouldn’t have joined. It is, in any event, a place where a guy like me can meet others of similar backgrounds and share our thoughts and opinions. Although Carlos may not agree with my characterization, it is, for me, sorta empowering. We can all go there and be who we are without fear of beng prejudged–and being a minority in the US, there are times when I still feel separated from the mainstream, whether it’s at work or in a bar.

Anyway, at RBJ, I have been “Quoted” again. This is my third time–I suppose Carlos, the head honcho over there, enjoys my drivel as well.

Consider Yourself Quoted

Author: Onigiriman
Journal: Onigiriman: Nice to bite, hard to swallow

Country: Japan
Location: Virginia, USA

“There is nothing that can replace words and language. It is at once abstract and concrete. A word, such as… say, “grass” is made up of four different letters, five in all–g-r-a-s-s–each of which have nothing to do with “grass”, that green stuff covering the fairway of a golf course. And while it is an abstract comprised of totally unrelated “letters”, when put together in the right way and order, it can convey a specific, concrete and real image of the green vegetation that grows in your front yard or maybe even fills your stash.”

October 14, 2005

Besides being quoted, I have been bookmarked by a few members over there as well. While not every RBJer bookmarks, enough of those who do have placed me in the top three over there. A few more and I’ll be in the top two. Any RBJer coming here who hasn’t bookmarked me yet? By the way, I do not bookmark myself…

Anyway, I would like to thank all you Xangans and RBJers who read my stuff. It is an honor, believe me…

My Readers

I

t has been almost two and a half years since I began to blog back in June of 2003. I am not the most popular blog, certainly. I have seen sites that get thousands of hits and hundreds of comments daily. It is amazing. I often wonder if the recipient actually reads each comment. I imagine that it would take hours to read every one. As for myself, I have my share of readers, and most are pretty dedicated. There were times when I wondered if my subscribers actually read what I wrote, but occasionally I get a comment from a heretofore none quiet reader, someone who was moved to write something on a specific topic. I, in turn, am moved to learn that they are actually reading my humble words–I guess mostly on their own subscription page or by email. It is flattering. I must admit I never imagined anyone would want to read the drivel I come up with.

I am also a member of the Asian online community, the Rice Bowl Journal (RBJ). It is, as I have mentioned before, a site where bloggers of Asian heritage can commune with each other. Some have said that it is racist. I don’t agree with this accusation, of course, otherwise I wouldn’t have joined. It is, in any event, a place where a guy like me can meet others of similar backgrounds and share our thoughts and opinions. Although Carlos may not agree with my characterization, it is, for me, sorta empowering. We can all go there and be who we are without fear of beng prejudged–and being a minority in the US, there are times when I still feel separated from the mainstream, whether it’s at work or in a bar.

Anyway, at RBJ, I have been “Quoted” again. This is my third time–I suppose Carlos, the head honcho over there, enjoys my drivel as well.

Consider Yourself Quoted

Author: Onigiriman
Journal: Onigiriman: Nice to bite, hard to swallow

Country: Japan
Location: Virginia, USA

“There is nothing that can replace words and language. It is at once abstract and concrete. A word, such as… say, “grass” is made up of four different letters, five in all–g-r-a-s-s–each of which have nothing to do with “grass”, that green stuff covering the fairway of a golf course. And while it is an abstract comprised of totally unrelated “letters”, when put together in the right way and order, it can convey a specific, concrete and real image of the green vegetation that grows in your front yard or maybe even fills your stash.”

October 14, 2005

Besides being quoted, I have been bookmarked by a few members over there as well. While not every RBJer bookmarks, enough of those who do have placed me in the top three over there. A few more and I’ll be in the top two. Any RBJer coming here who hasn’t bookmarked me yet? By the way, I do not bookmark myself…

Anyway, I would like to thank all you Xangans and RBJers who read my stuff. It is an honor, believe me…

Fiasco

W

ho fucked up? CIS (Immigration)? The courts? Our lawyers? I don’t know. Our lawyer said that today’s interview was just a formality, so he didn’t have to go and we should save our money. Well, that was not the case. It was anything but a formality. According to the CIS interviewer, we don’t have the standing to re-apply for status because M already has status, that we should have filed for “removal of conditional status.” He just rolled his eyes wondering what kind of lawyer we have. I called my lawyer and she said that they DID file for removal. It’s just that INS is not talking to each other. The interviewer also did not know we had gone to court in August, saying that our court date was scheduled for December 7–isn’t that Pearl Harbor day? This tells me that the court did not return M’s permanent file to CIS in a timely manner. But as far as he was concerned, we had not even gone to court, that the matter was out of his hands and he could do nothing.

Great. We are still in limbo and my step-son, Chip, is in the middle, because we can’t do anything for him until M’s stuff is cleared up.

It is so freakin’ hard to focus on what I should be doing–research, class, grading–when personal things go so freakin’ wrong. I swear, I am losing it. Euthanasia. Now there’s a word that is starting to sound attractive… just kidding. It would be too cowardly, and there are people who are suffering far more than us. At least we’re healthy, albeit only physically… for the time being.

*sigh*

I need something to lift my spirits… Oh yeah! UCLA is still undefeated and DAMN! We’re in the top 10 in the first release of the BCS (Bowl Championship Series or Bull Crap/Shit, depending on which school you go to). In August, I’m sure there were no Bruin fans who would have even dared to dream this. But this only lifts my spirits. M is a good sport and supports my die-hard college football fanaticism, but I’m pretty sure that this bit of news will do little to lift her spirits… Anyone got any suggestions?

Fiasco

W

ho fucked up? CIS (Immigration)? The courts? Our lawyers? I don’t know. Our lawyer said that today’s interview was just a formality, so he didn’t have to go and we should save our money. Well, that was not the case. It was anything but a formality. According to the CIS interviewer, we don’t have the standing to re-apply for status because M already has status, that we should have filed for “removal of conditional status.” He just rolled his eyes wondering what kind of lawyer we have. I called my lawyer and she said that they DID file for removal. It’s just that INS is not talking to each other. The interviewer also did not know we had gone to court in August, saying that our court date was scheduled for December 7–isn’t that Pearl Harbor day? This tells me that the court did not return M’s permanent file to CIS in a timely manner. But as far as he was concerned, we had not even gone to court, that the matter was out of his hands and he could do nothing.

Great. We are still in limbo and my step-son, Chip, is in the middle, because we can’t do anything for him until M’s stuff is cleared up.

It is so freakin’ hard to focus on what I should be doing–research, class, grading–when personal things go so freakin’ wrong. I swear, I am losing it. Euthanasia. Now there’s a word that is starting to sound attractive… just kidding. It would be too cowardly, and there are people who are suffering far more than us. At least we’re healthy, albeit only physically… for the time being.

*sigh*

I need something to lift my spirits… Oh yeah! UCLA is still undefeated and DAMN! We’re in the top 10 in the first release of the BCS (Bowl Championship Series or Bull Crap/Shit, depending on which school you go to). In August, I’m sure there were no Bruin fans who would have even dared to dream this. But this only lifts my spirits. M is a good sport and supports my die-hard college football fanaticism, but I’m pretty sure that this bit of news will do little to lift her spirits… Anyone got any suggestions?