After that game, my dad called me from the 19th floor of the San Jose Embassy Suites. He was threatening to jump.
This game cemented @BuffBuffPass and I's friendship. He was a dipshit Jew Cal fan from highschool and my family had an extra ticket. It was him, my grandpa, dad, and uncle and I thought for sure we would kick their ass.
It's the only reason he was invited. I didn't even know him that well at the time.
My favorite is still my first...1990 at home vs the ducks.
I was in my 2nd year out of HS and trying to decide where/what I wanted to do. i was already a college football fan but had no real allegiance to UW other than them being one of two in state achools who I rooted for and was considering attending. I had friends at UW though, and had taken note of the stirrings of real excitement following "all I saw was purple".
So...my friend was in with the Asian/Islander crowd thanks to his roomate assignment in the dorms the previous year, and the friday night party I arrived to at his apartment had 5 smoking hot chicks for every one dude. I got nearly pants shittingly drunk but still followed two dark skinned, long black haired, big eyed chicks to their apartment in the wee hours and hooked up with one of them. I think she fell asleep before I sealed the deal but I was still too excited to sleep. Somehow I stumbled back to the right apartment just as the sun rose and crashed on the chair with a full beer and empty bong tucked between my legs.
My friends had to wake me a couple of hours before kickoff. All of us were still wasted but we swilled down a few more beers and headed off toward Husky Stadium. I really don't remember much after that. We had ridiculous, 50ish yard line seats in the student section. That I remember. I remember a lot of noise, a Dana Hall pick, a long TD run by Greg Lewis, and not much else. It was a dominant win and the atmosphere was eye opening for me.
Needless to say I committed on the spot. That game is rarely if ever mentioned among the great ones, but it was mind bogglingly awesome from my perspective. I saw every home game over the next two years but that's the one that stands out most for me.
Cool story bro. I just said that to myself, so save your breath fuckers.
A game no one thought we? would win against a team barking they deserved a #1 ranking after they demolished our Dawgs. Not so fast fuckers.
Counter traps, Jacque Robinson broke it off in Tony Casillas and Brian Bosworth’s ass. TUFF defense. A little help from the Sooner Schooner.
The players hoisted James on their shoulders when the final gun sounded. James thrust his arm up, index figure raised—#1. A night to remember.
On Monday, we woke up from our bender and remembered we dumped a close game to SC. The Mormons— their unblemished WAC season and bowl victory over a six win shit Michigan squad—stole our Natty.
A game no one thought we? would win against a team barking they deserved a #1 ranking after they demolished our Dawgs. Not so fast fuckers.
Counter traps, Jacque Robinson broke it off in Tony Casillas and Brian Bosworth’s ass. TUFF defense. A little help from the Sooner Schooner.
The players hoisted James on their shoulders when the final gun sounded. James thrust his arm up, index figure raised—#1. A night to remember.
On Monday, we woke up from our bender and remembered we dumped a close game to SC. The Mormons— their unblemished WAC season and bowl victory over a six win shit Michigan squad—stole our Natty.
I didn't get to experience anything in the 90's. It's 2016 Stanford for me. I couldn't get myself to believe they were actually good again until that point.
It's almost hard to believe how fucking shitty you guys were for quite some time
Hard to believe? Not really. UW still manages to find a way to lose to ASU every year.
that reminds me... a game I heard on the radio with my dad in 1982... Huskies went to ASU when Sun Devils were 9-0 and ranked #3. ASU passed out roses before the game. Huskies won 17-13. Famous one-handed TD catch by Aaron Williams at the goal line. My hands were sweaty and I remember the smell of dad's tobacco smoke as we sat in the den listening to Bob Rondeau.
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It's the only reason he was invited. I didn't even know him that well at the time.
I was in my 2nd year out of HS and trying to decide where/what I wanted to do. i was already a college football fan but had no real allegiance to UW other than them being one of two in state achools who I rooted for and was considering attending. I had friends at UW though, and had taken note of the stirrings of real excitement following "all I saw was purple".
So...my friend was in with the Asian/Islander crowd thanks to his roomate assignment in the dorms the previous year, and the friday night party I arrived to at his apartment had 5 smoking hot chicks for every one dude. I got nearly pants shittingly drunk but still followed two dark skinned, long black haired, big eyed chicks to their apartment in the wee hours and hooked up with one of them. I think she fell asleep before I sealed the deal but I was still too excited to sleep. Somehow I stumbled back to the right apartment just as the sun rose and crashed on the chair with a full beer and empty bong tucked between my legs.
My friends had to wake me a couple of hours before kickoff. All of us were still wasted but we swilled down a few more beers and headed off toward Husky Stadium. I really don't remember much after that. We had ridiculous, 50ish yard line seats in the student section. That I remember. I remember a lot of noise, a Dana Hall pick, a long TD run by Greg Lewis, and not much else. It was a dominant win and the atmosphere was eye opening for me.
Needless to say I committed on the spot. That game is rarely if ever mentioned among the great ones, but it was mind bogglingly awesome from my perspective. I saw every home game over the next two years but that's the one that stands out most for me.
Cool story bro. I just said that to myself, so save your breath fuckers.
A game no one thought we? would win against a team barking they deserved a #1 ranking after they demolished our Dawgs. Not so fast fuckers.
Counter traps, Jacque Robinson broke it off in Tony Casillas and Brian Bosworth’s ass. TUFF defense. A little help from the Sooner Schooner.
The players hoisted James on their shoulders when the final gun sounded. James thrust his arm up, index figure raised—#1. A night to remember.
On Monday, we woke up from our bender and remembered we dumped a close game to SC. The Mormons— their unblemished WAC season and bowl victory over a six win shit Michigan squad—stole our Natty.