I’m 100 percent out of control, sleepless nights, butterflies in my stomach, nothing else matters any more, madly in love with Oregon football. Let’s just say I’m all in more than Charles Barkley and John Daly at a poker table.
After making the trip to Seattle this past weekend, I finally found out what true love feels like. Thank you Chip Kelly, Jeremiah Masoli and LaMichael James. Never before have I cared so much about a single sports team.
School, fantasy football, friends, food? Those are all just objects in the way of consuming more Duck football.
Some might say, I’m a little too excited. But growing up as fan of the Oakland A’s, San Francisco 49ers and Golden State Warriors, I haven’t had too many opportunities to be excited. Thanks, Jim Drunkenmiller.
I deserve the right to be unhealthily passionate about a winning team for once. And on that note, after spending three heart-wrenching hours struggling to obtain a USC ticket (which I finally did), I bought a plane ticket so I can go home in two weekends – coincidentally coinciding with Oregon’s trip to Stanford.
For that to matter (well, more than it would), the Ducks need to take care of business this weekend.
Three words: College Game Day.
We better beat the Trojans.