Unbelievable

As some of our readers know, Wraith and I recently graduated from Stanford. You can probably guesstimate how we feel about last night's upset over USC. I posted the below on my other blog just now and then realized it is also relevant here.

Let's go Angels--YES. WE. CAN!

Unbelievable.

That's what last night was. Un-be-lievable.

Fires in the Main Quad. The fire department putting it out reluctantly. The entire campus out in full force to celebrate. The Dean of Freshmen and Transfer Students pouring champagne on the players (that part's actually pure speculation, but she did organize it). Horns honking up and down Campus Drive.

Stanford was NOT supposed to beat USC. They were supposed to be creamed. We talked about the game not in terms of "Stanford vs. USC" but "How Badly Will We Lose." So bad that I didn't bother tuning in. My dad--Stanford fan extraordinaire--went out for the night.

And then we won.

It's instant karma in a big way. Goes to show what happens when you treat your team like G-d's gift to all humanity and assume they'll win every time, just because they're entitled to win. What happens when you're so arrogant that your marching band (they of the 20 hours/week to rehearse ONE SONG [fine, two songs]) does its half-time show about "The Play," something completely irrelevant to them, just to rub in their "superiority."

That's what happens. Now let's hope a certain other "superior team" in Blue/Red with a fan-base (and TV station to boot--EastcoastSPinNetwork) that's just as arrogant, gets the same treatment!

Unbelievable.