I watched the Civil War with fingers crossed for Oregon, and when they won, it was… what’s the word? Fun.
No strokes, no rage, no elevated blood pressure, just enjoyment of a good game.
But it got worse. I called my brother, an Oregon alum, and we cast aspersions at James Rodgers, and discussed the sheer un-Oregonness of not collapsing at the key moment. I said I was looking forward to the Rose Bowl, and I meant it.
Is this what it was like before the Mongol Horde came roaring out of the Coliseum under the Khan Carroll? I think it was. It’s no bad trade for an exasperating season.
(But they’d better improve next season so I don’t have to maintain the image of mature enjoyment of the sport…)