Dad started mid 70's ultra Doog and has since drifted into moderate territory. Hates Oregon with a passion, mild dislike for Coog. He taught me everything I know about being a loyal Doog. Section 7
Doogs before the season and before games but gets super real when things go bad. I kept expecting things to turn around against Montana but for him TSWO after the first quarter. Smart.
My dad was OG Tyee with 4 seats on the 50 yard line that his Husky fan son got to sit in once. He took clients. Husky football was one of the very few things we talked about so most of my being a fan is his fault
He wanted to beat USC and UCLA and hate the northwest schools for being losers. He wanted the Rose Bowl every year. He wanted to fire the coach. He was pissed when Donnie Moore got booted. Win. Its not a morality play
The game I went to as a youth was a 7-7 tie with Cal and the big shot Tyee guys were dropping F bombs all over the place. The kids got booed along with the coaches.
Dad was a massive Gators fan up until moving out from Florida to work at Trojan in 1989.
Silly story (CSB), but UW beating the Gators followed later by a bench workout with Bill Gillespie spring football weekend of 1994, gave birth to a Doog to rival any Doog that could ever exist.
Almost nothing can get him to not trust the coaches (Ty did for a while).
My dad at least says he thinks UW is going to win the national championship going into every season. Including 2008. He's suffered through all the bullshit since DJ and stayed strong.
His hatred and level of suspected conspiracies around Oregon are truly insane.
Dad grew up in a farming community in northern Snohomish County in a time of Seattle Rainiers baseball, Husky athletics and Seattle U. basketball. Nothing else in town. I grew up with stories of Bob Houbregs, Elgin Baylor, Jim Owens, back to back Rose Bowls, Bob Schloredts one eye, Warren Moon and being the best team in college football in 1960 and 1984 even if we we’re screwed out of the trophies both years. My dad and his cousins hated Wazzu with a passion. They ruined many a Rose bowl run and I heard all the stories. Oregon was an afterthought in our home. USC was the benchmark. Beat them, play in the grand daddy. UCLA was always a worry. Athletes and speed. Gotta be tougher than them because they are better athletes man for man. I came late in his life. Wished I’d come earlier, missed some good football. I got to share an Independence Bowl win over Mack Brown, a Don James is never gonna play real offense GODDAMNIT!!! season, a dominant Freedom Bowl and three straight Rose Bowls and a natty with my dad before he passed in spring 1993. He passed onto me that we were never “winning”, we were only ahead. Meaning, we could blow this at any moment kid, don’t get your hopes up. He never, ever went into any game thinking we would win. Never. That rubbed off on me to an extent. DJ retired a couple months after his death and it was like the cherry topping to a shitty year. I strangely tripled down on my fandom after that. I think to be close to his memory. It’s what sustained me through some frustrating, tantalizing and then down right poor football. Eventually found my way here. A community of Husky fanatics that can think critically about a program that has a decades long track record for fucking things up. Thanks dad.
Dad raised me as UW fan despite growing up in the Spokane valley in Coug cuntry. Some of my best memories of my dad revolve around listening to the games on the radio while I helped him service the cars/do the fall yard work/take the garbage to the dump/etc. He tried out for the UW BB team during WW2 as a 17 year old Freshman but didn't make it. He never graduated from UW because he had to come back and work on the farm in the Palouse during the war. I'm so thankful that in the 90's I was able to take him to a couple of games before he had his big stroke. We stood on the ramp on the north side looking down on Hec Ed as he told me about the dirt floor and the crazy bounces on the BB court that they laid on it. In the 2000's until he died in 2009 we talked either at half time or after the game for pretty much every game. I'm glad the last two game he saw were the wins over the Cougs and Cal in 2009.
So we're nortbound on willamette in whatever year UW destroyed Oregon(throw a dart) and we? kicked a FG and my dad pounded the steering wheel YEAH YEAH LETS GO!. And being a half brain at 6 years old I said "we were down 31-0 wtf does a FG matter?". To which he replied "you don't understand, son, it's Washington."
Dad raised me as UW fan despite growing up in the Spokane valley in Coug cuntry. Some of my best memories of my dad revolve around listening to the games on the radio while I helped him service the cars/do the fall yard work/take the garbage to the dump/etc. He tried out for the UW BB team during WW2 as a 17 year old Freshman but didn't make it. He never graduated from UW because he had to come back and work on the farm in the Palouse during the war. I'm so thankful that in the 90's I was able to take him to a couple of games before he had his big stroke. We stood on the ramp on the north side looking down on Hec Ed as he told me about the dirt floor and the crazy bounces on the BB court that they laid on it. In the 2000's until he died in 2009 we talked either at half time or after the game for pretty much every game. I'm glad the last two game he saw were the wins over the Cougs and Cal in 2009.
Dad raised me as UW fan despite growing up in the Spokane valley in Coug cuntry. Some of my best memories of my dad revolve around listening to the games on the radio while I helped him service the cars/do the fall yard work/take the garbage to the dump/etc. He tried out for the UW BB team during WW2 as a 17 year old Freshman but didn't make it. He never graduated from UW because he had to come back and work on the farm in the Palouse during the war. I'm so thankful that in the 90's I was able to take him to a couple of games before he had his big stroke. We stood on the ramp on the north side looking down on Hec Ed as he told me about the dirt floor and the crazy bounces on the BB court that they laid on it. In the 2000's until he died in 2009 we talked either at half time or after the game for pretty much every game. I'm glad the last two game he saw were the wins over the Cougs and Cal in 2009.
So we're nortbound on willamette in whatever year UW destroyed Oregon(throw a dart) and we? kicked a FG and my dad pounded the steering wheel YEAH YEAH LETS GO!. And being a half brain at 6 years old I said "we were down 31-0 wtf does a FG matter?". To which he replied "you don't understand, son, it's Washington."
Sounds your dad is almost as big of a quook as you are.
My dad was born just after WW2 in Seattle and raised in Centralia. His mom was a UW graduate in the late 1930s and his dad was from the east coast, a lineman on the 1937 Pitt Panthers Rose Bowl champions (beating Washington). He (my grandpa) passed away young, like when my dad was 13. My dad definitely rooted for Washington (he ended up going to college at Willamette) but he didn't live and breathe Husky football and moved to DC in the 1970s. His two younger brothers were more athletic and played football, and while none of them went to Washington, they all cheered for the Huskies as the premier football team north of San Francisco on the west coast. I think it really hurt my uncle when Rick didn't offer my cousin a scholly and he ended up at Cal (too high) before back injuries ended his D1 career.
If the Huskies were on my dad would root for them, but also is a generic fan of northwest / west coast football. I went through a Michigan phase for a while and my grandma scolded me for that, but he didn't get after me. If the Coogs or Beavs or even the Ducks were doing well he would talk about it positively. After her kids were grown, my grandma's "life partner" was a woman who was an Oregon grad. He stayed close to the life partner after my grandma died. (Sadly we did not refer to this life partner as grandma so I could have two grandmas) I think because of this connection whenever I would disparage Oregon he would get excessively defensive about them. This happened far too frequently after 2002. He still has an excessive love for the state of Oregon.
So yeah, he was a Husky fan, but never serious about it. I keep saying was, he's still alive but brain diseases suck and now he just watches whatever football is on TV. But his connections to UW / Seattle and general support of UW certainly set me on my dooging path.
It wasn't my pop but my Ma who was the UW fan. Dad was a baseball fan. All four of his sons disappointed the hell out of him by not playing baseball past lil' league. Ma otoh would demand silence when college football was on. Back then only Saturday afternoons on TV or radio. When the huskies were on she sent us all outside in the rain and snow, didn't matter to her. Dad's job on the RR kept him at work on Saturday's so she wrote the rules.
I still like listening to FB on the radio
Edit: He would cheer them on when they made it to the Rose Bowel
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He wanted to beat USC and UCLA and hate the northwest schools for being losers. He wanted the Rose Bowl every year. He wanted to fire the coach. He was pissed when Donnie Moore got booted. Win. Its not a morality play
The game I went to as a youth was a 7-7 tie with Cal and the big shot Tyee guys were dropping F bombs all over the place. The kids got booed along with the coaches.
Without him I wouldn't have been a half brain.
Silly story (CSB), but UW beating the Gators followed later by a bench workout with Bill Gillespie spring football weekend of 1994, gave birth to a Doog to rival any Doog that could ever exist.
Almost nothing can get him to not trust the coaches (Ty did for a while).
This would have been a solid fathers day poll.
His hatred and level of suspected conspiracies around Oregon are truly insane.
If the Huskies were on my dad would root for them, but also is a generic fan of northwest / west coast football. I went through a Michigan phase for a while and my grandma scolded me for that, but he didn't get after me. If the Coogs or Beavs or even the Ducks were doing well he would talk about it positively. After her kids were grown, my grandma's "life partner" was a woman who was an Oregon grad. He stayed close to the life partner after my grandma died. (Sadly we did not refer to this life partner as grandma so I could have two grandmas) I think because of this connection whenever I would disparage Oregon he would get excessively defensive about them. This happened far too frequently after 2002. He still has an excessive love for the state of Oregon.
So yeah, he was a Husky fan, but never serious about it. I keep saying was, he's still alive but brain diseases suck and now he just watches whatever football is on TV. But his connections to UW / Seattle and general support of UW certainly set me on my dooging path.
I still like listening to FB on the radio
Edit: He would cheer them on when they made it to the Rose Bowel
Notre Dame was unbeaten and the Trojans ruined their season. Early 60s
Then she made me a sandwich and we cheered
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