Tonight (Friday) my wife and I went out to Chinese food for dinner with some friends. Of the 4 fortune cookies on the table, here is the one that I grabbed. Almost creepy huh? Go Ducks!

   Isn't it almost sick how much we've become consumed by this game, what with world situations like Myanmar and Iraq and global warming? I tend to rationalize my love for the Ducks by saying "This sport is a wonderful tribute to the efforts of young men encountering the trials and tribulations of physical confrontation, all the while learning true values of sportsmanship, teamwork, individual effort, and comraderie."
   Modern sport truly has transcended any sort of ideal and it has been unfortunate to see college sports dragged into the commercial venue over the last 10 to 15 years.
   Yet there is something about the atmosphere, the sense of unity, and the sense of community that a college football game creates that forms a very visceral shape of our humanity. We form, in one sense or another, a certain shared brotherhood with the men down on the field and we also share in their pain of loss and difficulty.
   May the best team win and, perhaps in the spirit of some joust in Old England, may the fight be fair and sportsmanlike.

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I'm watching this game on television and losing my mind. I was at the Stanford/Oregon game last week and nearly beside myself as I watched the Ducks play horrible pass defense. I'm really disappointed that they haven't improved that this week, plus the late brain farts on offense with the picks...oy.

There's still hope but good god. This game might give me an ulcer.

Why do the Ducks look great when they're playing well and look like a trainwreck when things go wrong? I hate Cal so much and I just wanted the Ducks to pull this one out. They wouldn't be screwed like this if they hadn't screwed the pooch so many times. I am not pleased.

I hate my life