2013 Arizona game. My Texan wife went to UT-Austin and we had split season tickets with her 2 dads. After taking in the Austin football scene, I wanted to show her Seattle/UW and that there is actually football outside of the Big-12/SEC. Booked late September Arizona game thinking it'll be perfect weather, even booked the booze-cruise from Ballard, hoping for a great experience for her.
As we get close to the game, the weather is looking horrible 100% of rain/wind. she got layered up like she was going to be an extra on the Revenant, we have matching UW ponchoes. Literally the hardest rain I've ever experienced in Seattle, the stadium lights were on at 3pm, it rained 2" during the game. I couldn't even get a photo because the phone touchscreen wont work when its wet. At halftime she was all pumped up for a chowder breadbowl and hot chocolate to warm up. wait in line for the whole halftime and they've run out of both but are willing to sell her the empty breadbowl for $9, I shit you not. Cold, wet, hungry, and angry, it was the worst introduction possible, but probably the most accurate representation of my experience since 2003.
It confirmed every fear she had about Seattle weather, and she now refuses to consider moving there.
So that experience convinced her to never move here? That's a fucking victory in my mind.
2013 Arizona game. My Texan wife went to UT-Austin and we had split season tickets with her 2 dads. After taking in the Austin football scene, I wanted to show her Seattle/UW and that there is actually football outside of the Big-12/SEC. Booked late September Arizona game thinking it'll be perfect weather, even booked the booze-cruise from Ballard, hoping for a great experience for her.
As we get close to the game, the weather is looking horrible 100% of rain/wind. she got layered up like she was going to be an extra on the Revenant, we have matching UW ponchoes. Literally the hardest rain I've ever experienced in Seattle, the stadium lights were on at 3pm, it rained 2" during the game. I couldn't even get a photo because the phone touchscreen wont work when its wet. At halftime she was all pumped up for a chowder breadbowl and hot chocolate to warm up. wait in line for the whole halftime and they've run out of both but are willing to sell her the empty breadbowl for $9, I shit you not. Cold, wet, hungry, and angry, it was the worst introduction possible, but probably the most accurate representation of my experience since 2003.
It confirmed every fear she had about Seattle weather, and she now refuses to consider moving there.
So that experience convinced her to never move here? That's a fucking victory in my mind.
Should probably be in the Doog Confession thread, but I was one of like 10 people to stay for the entire 2006 OSU game. Rainy, windy, shitty loss that was highlighted by Stanback losing his leg.
I was there too. Absolute downpour. And some of the worst football I've ever seen UW play. I stayed the entire game because I am a pathetic Doog loser
Should probably be in the Doog Confession thread, but I was one of like 10 people to stay for the entire 2006 OSU game. Rainy, windy, shitty loss that was highlighted by Stanback losing his leg.
I was there. terrible game conditions. Our tailgate was terrible too. it consisted of 4 people standing around a BBQ to stay warm. Nobody talked. No one had fun.
Snow on Halloween night, 1991. Freshman football against Ike.
Coach gave an inspired halftime speech in which he threw a chair and called us "panty waste." This prompted our doog-bonery epic comeback. I stopped their Hail Mary bid with a blatant PI on Malcolm Stewart. Game over. Neck stiff for days.
We did celebratory head first slides into mud puddles and stank up the bus ride home with sweaty stinky muddy cold stink. The end.
2013 Arizona game. My Texan wife went to UT-Austin and we had split season tickets with her 2 dads. After taking in the Austin football scene, I wanted to show her Seattle/UW and that there is actually football outside of the Big-12/SEC. Booked late September Arizona game thinking it'll be perfect weather, even booked the booze-cruise from Ballard, hoping for a great experience for her.
As we get close to the game, the weather is looking horrible 100% of rain/wind. she got layered up like she was going to be an extra on the Revenant, we have matching UW ponchoes. Literally the hardest rain I've ever experienced in Seattle, the stadium lights were on at 3pm, it rained 2" during the game. I couldn't even get a photo because the phone touchscreen wont work when its wet. At halftime she was all pumped up for a chowder breadbowl and hot chocolate to warm up. wait in line for the whole halftime and they've run out of both but are willing to sell her the empty breadbowl for $9, I shit you not. Cold, wet, hungry, and angry, it was the worst introduction possible, but probably the most accurate representation of my experience since 2003.
It confirmed every fear she had about Seattle weather, and she now refuses to consider moving there.
I was at that one. That was horrible weather. I have good rain gear and still ended up soaked
83' or 84' anniversary of the wave. First game ever. Went with my grandparents but sat with one of there friends. A UW professor. No pedo. Rained sideways the entire game. UW won. I was hooked. Never looked back. Was that the original purple reign? Drinking. Can't remember. Fuck off. But I think it was homecoming against UCLA. Just remember it was loud, cold, wet, and awesome. Took a boat from Fisheren's Warf. Grandma played squares and won. Shared the winnings with me.
2009 ND loss in OT in south bend, ND at the time didnt have a video replay bored.
apparently locker was too emotional to meet with the media after it.
stayed in chicago and rained the whole fucking weekend until sunday afternoon right as we left.
fuck that whole trip, the game, and your face.
I was there.
The game went so long the train to Chi-town stopped running. Finally one showed up hours later....everhbody drunk....shitters overflowing. It was awesome.
One of my first Husky Football memories is when UW tied USC in 95. I was seven and said it was a great game. My dad gave me a death stare and started teaching me that Lambo was a shit coach.
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apparently locker was too emotional to meet with the media after it.
stayed in chicago and rained the whole fucking weekend until sunday afternoon right as we left.
fuck that whole trip, the game, and your face.
Feared for my life.
Coach gave an inspired halftime speech in which he threw a chair and called us "panty waste." This prompted our doog-bonery epic comeback. I stopped their Hail Mary bid with a blatant PI on Malcolm Stewart. Game over. Neck stiff for days.
We did celebratory head first slides into mud puddles and stank up the bus ride home with sweaty stinky muddy cold stink. The end.
You didn't
It's like I don't even know you people any more.
The game went so long the train to Chi-town stopped running. Finally one showed up hours later....everhbody drunk....shitters overflowing. It was awesome.