There are a lot of things going awry in the world today:
- Wars in Afghanistan and Iraq
- The wealthiest country in the World cannot provide efficient, cost effective health care for all its citizens
- The ‘recovery’ is contained to Wall Street, where we pay bonuses to ingrates who would not have jobs if not for Government intervention
- Our Congress is banana republic quality
- Sarah Palin
- The Yankees are World Series Champions
- The Lakers are NBA Champions
But, when you get down to what is really, really, really important: Cal won the Big Game over Stanford.
OK, bear with me my readers who are not part of Golden Bear Nation (do I owe the Red Sox a royalty for using the word “nation”?), but what I am about to write will serve as an allegory for all of you who did not attend Football Factory Universities (Florida, Alabama, Texas, Oklahoma, Penn State, Ohio State, USC, Michigan, Florida State, Notre Dame).
You see, for the rest of us for whom an outright conference championship or a Rose (BCS) Bowl bid is a dream not an expectation, the unexpected win over Stanford reminded me why I follow sports, and, of course, why it often causes more depair than joy. But it is the unexpected joy that, like Al Pacino in the Godfather, that reels you back in.
Let me set the stage:
Cal was supposed to contend for the Pac 10 Title, yet again. But some early season spotty wins gave me pause; pause that was confirmed by blowout defeats to Oregon and USC (combined score 72-6). I fully expected Cal to mail it in from then on, just as they did in the 60s, 70s, 80s, 90s (with the exception of 1991) and 2007, when they rose to #2, only to collapse to a 6-5 record.
Plus, Stanford (aka known as ‘Furd) was on a roll. They destroyed the aforementioned USC and Oregon teams, scoring 106 points, and Toby Gerhart was making a strong case to be invited to the Downtown Athletic Club in early December. Stanford was expected (I expected) to kill us; the game was on ‘The Farm” as the campus is affectionately known (that is if a farm had, instead of animals, a bunch of spoiled kids who drive Mercedes and have their own golf course and mall).
Instead, after giving ‘Furd a 14-0 lead via a long TD run (Gerhart) and a blocked punt that led to a TD, Cal dominated. Rolled up almost 500 yards of offense and ran for over 200. Of course, this being Cal, it was still a six point game thanks to some strange play calling. ‘Furd coach Harbaugh goes for it on 4th and 8 when trailing by 3 from inside his 20 despite 3+ minutes on the clock and all 3 timeouts. They don’t make it. Tedford one-ups him on the “WTF” scale by going superconservative, taking a knee on 3rd down, then settling for 3 points.
I understand making them go for a TD versus a FG, but Jeff, last time I checked, TD is worth 7 (ok, they have to make the extra point).
Stanford marches down the field and then Gerhart breaks 432 tackles on a screen pass to get to the Cal 11.
Now at this time I am only following the game on my phone as a) I forgot I have Versus (great TV package for the Pac 10); b) my child is in the tub; c) I am not allowed to swear or throw the remote control. My heart is sinking and racing at the same time. When I see “1st and 10, Cal 11″ I immediately start to text my friend Schming with “how can we settle for three, let Gerhart get open……….” far exceeding my 160 characters I am allowed to text by ATT.
But (Howard Cosell voice) just before I hit send, Schming texts me “What an interception!”
I only “attended” the game via cell phone play by play. Yet I have been in a good mood for 48 hours now. Is Cal football too responsible for my mood? OF COURSE IT IS!!!!!!!!!! But at least, on November 21, 2009, I was rewarded.
And that, my fans of Auburn, Georgia, BYU, Notre Dame (Charlie Weis version), Washington, Northwestern, even Stanford can relate to.
Now I should stop here, but there are some other Big Game factoids that are too interesting to pass up.
Most Big Games are between at least one team that stinks, if not two. This was the first time since 1991 that both teams had 7 wins. In fact, in my opinion, it was the most important Big Game since 1982, and that game was not necessarily so big before the game, as it was after. To recap:
Cal was in the first year of the Joe Kapp era and was a surprising (and unfortunately not repeated) 6-4. ‘Furd was in the last year of the John Elway era, with no bowl appearances yet. This was in the BC, not BCS, era when New Year’s Day Bowls were Rose, Orange, Sugar, Cotton and not every team in Div 1 (oops, FBS) qualified.
The game was AMAZING even without the last play.
Wesley Walker, no, not Wes Welker (Wesley Walker was better as he was LEGALLY BLIND IN ONE EYE, BUT WAS A GREAT COLLEGE AND NFL, YES NFL, RECEIVER), and Mariet Ford made great catches to give Cal leads.
Elway staged the first “Drive” of his career. Facing 4th and 13 in his own end zone practically, he hits Emile Harry for 18. He then marches down the field where Mark Harmon, the ‘Furd kicker, not this doofus who played at UCLA, kicked a FG with 4 seconds to go.
Stanford is going Bowling and Cal is going down. Until The Play (Yes MSG will not elaborate here because this is the college football equivalent of Kennedy getting shot — macabre but accurate metaphor; if you were alive you know it).
Still memorable after 27 years!
Of course, being older and more dispersed, we don’t attend all Big Games anymore. Yes MSG is too young to have seen The Play, and lives too far to have seen this year’s game. Only my friends Rob and Silent Q (for you readers, they attended the Cal Minnesota Jahvid Best 5 TD performance game) have provided me with vicarious thrills.
Rob attended, as he rightfully proclaimed to Yes MSG, because he is a true sports fan and prefers to smell the astroturf (SIC) than just cyber attend and blog (guilty as charged). [Rob once invited Yes MSG to see an Arizona Wildcats v Cal basketball game; I declined as we stunk and they were great. Cal won]. I have not heard Rob this excited since, well, since Cal beat UCLA (and Reggie Miller) in hoops for for the first time in 25 years (back in 1986), and since that time he has been tremendously successful professionally and personally (3 kids). He even channeled his enthusiasm and figured out that cell phones can call and text across state lines. His priorities are RIGHTFULLY messed up!
Silent Q could not attend because his friends are old, and he had to attend a 50 year old’s birthday party (at the VFW I think). However, Silent Q, whose FIRST Big Game was the one in 1982, now has a lovely daughter, Lil Q, who attends Cal, and last Saturday was her FIRST Big Game. Wow. If you were to attend two Big Games in the past 30 years, those would have been them, and Silent Q’s family hits the jackpot. Good for them.
Phew! Blogging is tiring.
Too exhausted to write more, but promise to be back later in the week with:
- Civil War is for the Rose Bowl
- Charlie Weis watch, but Connecticut really deserved the win
- Why the Pac 10 is inarguably the best conference this year
- Random NFL thoughts
- Thierry Henry – noted diplomat
Yes MSG looking forward to the Sun Bowl (or similar).
