Monday, October 31, 2005

Just give me the heart attack now (but let me beat SC first)

So, we watched the Bruins (UCLA) on Saturday.

First, the Bruins did not show up to play. For the first 3 quarters of the game (and for 6 minutes in the 4th quarter) the Bruins were no where to be found. This is a high scoring, fun team.

But Stanford in Palo Alot is the ban of the Bruins. We have lost the last 3 times wer traveled their. Last time we were in the top 10 and riding a unbeatean sctreak (2001), we traveled into Palo Alto - got our asses kicked, and promptly lost the next 6 games in a row.

The got the woobie on us.

So, with 9 minutes to go in the game, as they score their 3rd touchdown (after a UCLA interception) to go up 24-3 - well, Scooter was not a happy camper.

And, then.... And, then... The sun peaked through the clouds (metaphorically - it was a night game), Yasmin Bleath ran across the beach without a bra, and the gods of football shined on yours truely. In less than 8 minutes, 8 MINUTES, we scroed 3 times to tie it. But that was not the most amazing twist. Ahh.. the Bruins have come back like that before.

No, the true miracle. The "Yes Virginia, there is a Santa Claus" moment. The "Mrs. Mitchell, your divorced is granted" smell of success. Our defenses (110th best in the nation against the run) held Stanford to 3 and out, not once, but TWICE. Sure we can score 21 pints in 8 minutes. But we usually let them a scare 14 back.

We held.

Spencer Haver is my hero. (He is our only defense consistent player). Spencer is my man.

But on Saturday. Ifeel in love with number 17 (I will look up who it is before I publish this). Number 17 sacked the Stanford QB in regulation to force apunt.

Number 17 scaked the Stanford QB in overtime to force a a field goal. A FIELD GOAL. They scored 3 points in OT and dared us to match them. Are you kidding me? We just scored 21 points like nuttin'!

Oh we ran once just for show. It didn't go far enough on fast enough and we were tired. So Drew Olsen heaved a pass on second down into the end zone and the game was over. And Scooter was exhausted.

Number 17: Justin Hickman (you think he looks scary here -= image him tackling you for a loss and giggling).