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Big Game!
We won! We won! Woo-hoo!
OK, this is obviously exciting. We won last year, but this was the first time in seven years that we've won while we already had the axe — and it's the first time in ten years that we've won as the away team, on Stanford's territory.
Also. I was watching the game at the Bear's Lair, and when I got there (a bit late; I was washing my hair *grin*), Stanford was leading 10 - 0. Yuck, that sucks, and it stayed that way, worryingly, all the way through into the third quarter.
Towards the very beginning of the third quarter, the barmen started getting together girls to have a boat race. (There'd been a guys' boatrace during the 2nd quarter, already.) Now, a boat race here is different than a boat race at Oxford. At least different from one at Corpus formal hall; I don't know how you other colleges do things. In any case, for those of you who are feeling left out on either or both sides of this discussion, a boat race at Oxford goes as follows: Pairs of people on either side of the table stand up and down their glass of wine, and then the next pair goes. Here, a boat race follows a slightly different bent: equal-sized teams face each other, and it's like a relay race, downing pints of beer. One person goes as soon as the previous one on their team finishes. Although my team lost, Cal scored its first touchdown IMMEDIATELY following. We clearly had something to do with that. Then pitchers suddenly cost only $4 for the next 5 minutes, so I got one, and spent the rest of the time drinking some of it. Would've happily drunk it all, but I have to drive pretty soon.
Anyway, we then proceeded to KICK STANFORD'S ASS! YEAH! They got one touchdown with about 5 seconds left on the clock, but we were already WAY ahead of them: the final score was 28 - 16. *Pbbbtttht* to Stanfurd. Hah.
Next year, I'm going to the Big Game. And my mom's flying up for it, if I get her a ticket. So I shall. (See, she actually knows things about football, unlike me.) *bounce*
Now I'm off to dinner at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sschmitt's place, 'cause mciac is in town. Hurrah.
OK, this is obviously exciting. We won last year, but this was the first time in seven years that we've won while we already had the axe — and it's the first time in ten years that we've won as the away team, on Stanford's territory.
Also. I was watching the game at the Bear's Lair, and when I got there (a bit late; I was washing my hair *grin*), Stanford was leading 10 - 0. Yuck, that sucks, and it stayed that way, worryingly, all the way through into the third quarter.
Towards the very beginning of the third quarter, the barmen started getting together girls to have a boat race. (There'd been a guys' boatrace during the 2nd quarter, already.) Now, a boat race here is different than a boat race at Oxford. At least different from one at Corpus formal hall; I don't know how you other colleges do things. In any case, for those of you who are feeling left out on either or both sides of this discussion, a boat race at Oxford goes as follows: Pairs of people on either side of the table stand up and down their glass of wine, and then the next pair goes. Here, a boat race follows a slightly different bent: equal-sized teams face each other, and it's like a relay race, downing pints of beer. One person goes as soon as the previous one on their team finishes. Although my team lost, Cal scored its first touchdown IMMEDIATELY following. We clearly had something to do with that. Then pitchers suddenly cost only $4 for the next 5 minutes, so I got one, and spent the rest of the time drinking some of it. Would've happily drunk it all, but I have to drive pretty soon.
Anyway, we then proceeded to KICK STANFORD'S ASS! YEAH! They got one touchdown with about 5 seconds left on the clock, but we were already WAY ahead of them: the final score was 28 - 16. *Pbbbtttht* to Stanfurd. Hah.
Next year, I'm going to the Big Game. And my mom's flying up for it, if I get her a ticket. So I shall. (See, she actually knows things about football, unlike me.) *bounce*
Now I'm off to dinner at
sschmitt's place, 'cause mciac is in town. Hurrah.