This shitty university we follow is shitty.

Any huskies in their early 30s are basically depression Era kids, you've just gotten use to a shitty way of life and are surrounded by roaring 20s former Wallstreet now homeless drunks talking about the good ol days. Luckily the war machine is back in gear and #stadiumdefault is pulling us out of our shithole.

Being in my late thirties I feel as though I got in while the getting was still good. The excitement of three straight Rose Bowls and watching them with my real dad, before the cancer, are some of my favorite memories. After his passing a few months after the '93 game my mom let my other two dads move in and the Lambo years began. Chandler, Conklin, Brunell and Hobert set my expectations for life and led to my future and current disappointment in this program. I remember the good times and have been castrated by the results of the program for the entirety of my adult life. 2000 Rose aside.