Sonny Sixkiller probably junior year. After the games my two moms would go down to Hec Ed and get plastered with the Tyees. Sometimes my friends and I would sit and watch as the cheerleaders would perform for all these drunk fucks. Sometimes we would just hang out in the stadium and roam the concourses for what seemed like hours. One time we came across a huge garbage bag full of popcorn. I don't know how we snuck it out of the stadium and back into Hec Ed without getting caught. I know, csb.
Fuck all of you that were at UW in the early nineties. That must have fucking ruled.
I got 0-12.
It did. My freshman year was ‘90. First thing I did when I got accepted was order season tickets. I loved Don James and still despise the Gerb for killing Husky football.
There was a house near my grade school I used walk by every day that had a UW helmet in the window. It stood out being in the middle Beaver and D*ck territory. I thought it was badass.
First game I remember watching start to finish was the ‘82 Rose Bowl against Iowa. Watched parts of other games before that but it’s the one that stands out the most.
I've told this one before. I was in the car with my dads in South Eugene, I think we were on Willamette. Anyway, sportsball is on the radio and the Ducks are down like 35-0 or something and kick a FG and one of my dads starts pounding on the steering wheel cheering. Even at like 6 years old or whatever I knew that a FG was for losers and asked him why he was so happy and he said "son, you may not understand yet, but it's the Huskies". And from then on I understood.
Not my first memory but the most memorable. In high school the coach gave a couple of us tickets to a game. After the game we got to go up the tunnel and although we were not recruits they treated us as a batch of recruits anyway. That was as close as I got to Huskie football.
I was nine or ten. My mom had a record-setting brain surgery at UW medical. Four tumors removed in one surgery. She was expected to lose the use of most of the left side of her body, but the surgeon pulled off a miracle. She was recovering from that surgery, and the window of her recovery room looked right down onto the field. One day we took a walk while she was sleeping down to the stadium. As a poor kid, this was going to be the closest I'd get to a giant stadium like that for another decade at least. So we were really excited just to be up close to it. Just about shit ourselves to find one of the gates slightly open. We let ourselves in and spent an hour running around the field pretending to be players, jumping the hurdles on the track, running up the bleachers, etc.
One of the players was doing a workout of the field. No shirt, hugest, most roided dude I'd ever seen in my life up to that point.
Sonny Sixkiller probably junior year. After the games my two moms would go down to Hec Ed and get plastered with the Tyees. Sometimes my friends and I would sit and watch as the cheerleaders would perform for all these drunk fucks. Sometimes we would just hang out in the stadium and roam the concourses for what seemed like hours. One time we came across a huge garbage bag full of popcorn. I don't know how we snuck it out of the stadium and back into Hec Ed without getting caught. I know, csb.
My uncle (my people don't have Dads as OBK will tell you) took me to watch USC at Washington. Charles White was the USC tailback and some guy named Marcus Allen was the upback in the USC power I formation. White ripped off a long TD run down, I think, down the south side sidelines.
We were in the North end of the stadium above the student section at the tim, before the second erector set was up. I was on campus as student (for pretend of course) when the first version of that thing came down. You could hear it from every corner of campus when it failed.
Sonny Sixkiller probably junior year. After the games my two moms would go down to Hec Ed and get plastered with the Tyees. Sometimes my friends and I would sit and watch as the cheerleaders would perform for all these drunk fucks. Sometimes we would just hang out in the stadium and roam the concourses for what seemed like hours. One time we came across a huge garbage bag full of popcorn. I don't know how we snuck it out of the stadium and back into Hec Ed without getting caught. I know, csb.
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There was a house near my grade school I used walk by every day that had a UW helmet in the window. It stood out being in the middle Beaver and D*ck territory. I thought it was badass.
First game I remember watching start to finish was the ‘82 Rose Bowl against Iowa. Watched parts of other games before that but it’s the one that stands out the most.
My uncle (my people don't have Dads as OBK will tell you) took me to watch USC at Washington. Charles White was the USC tailback and some guy named Marcus Allen was the upback in the USC power I formation. White ripped off a long TD run down, I think, down the south side sidelines.
We were in the North end of the stadium above the student section at the tim, before the second erector set was up. I was on campus as student (for pretend of course) when the first version of that thing came down. You could hear it from every corner of campus when it failed.
Cool story bro'.