Confession Time

I have just started taking a full load of classes at OSU after oh... a long absence. Nearly half my life ago, it seems. As I will still be working full-time and parenting as full-time as the Corvallist offspring will allow, my blog postings will probably be more sporadic. However, my intention is to still keep the blog rolling, so we'll see how it goes.

But the real confession? I was very, very happy about the outcome of the football game this past weekend. This may make me a traitor to my town and my university. But I love Cal. I used to have season tickets just to watch them lose. And they lost horribly, year after year. It was fun rooting for the lowest of the low, the underdog to beat all underdogs, even when they couldn't beat Oregon State at their worst. There was a real camaraderie in watching them blow every lead, fumble at the last minute, and the collective sigh of the alumni section as they watched the Bears hang their heads and schlump out of the stadium, week after week.

Then both teams started winning, and lo, being a die-hard fan has more than paid off this past few years. So I cheer on the Beavers for every game except this one game per year, and boy was it a glorious win for the Bears. Now the Beavers have my permission to win every other game this season... but next week, I hope to see the Cal Bears slaughter the Ducks. Quack this!