Purple in an Orange and Green World
Life on this side of the Columbia River has its challenges. The speed limit never goes past 65. Lots of people wear patuli oil. Others knock on my door, sporting "IMPEACH BUSH NOW" t-shirts, telling me I should give them 50 dollars to help make sure nobody drills for any more oil in Alaska.
But that's not the worst part. Every Saturday during football season, thousands of yutzy football fans break out their Ducks/Beavers apparel and wear it around town, proud of their once-pathetic football programs that have gotten decent in recent history (thanks in large part to Phil Knight/potato salad sales at Costco, respectively).
A couple years ago, this wouldn't have bothered me. I could walk around Portland with my head held high, believing my Huskies would end up hammering the Oregon schools and move on to a bowl game.
Those days are gone now. I'm a Husky, and everybody knows it. What used to be a good thing is now an opportunity for people to crack jokes about the worst football being played at the Montlake cut in 35 years. What's worse, I've even been having some run-ins with Cougars, right here in Portland. After this weekend's thrashing at the hands of Cal and his team's win over Nevada, one Cougar alum smugly smiled at me as I walked past him in church and said, "What a great weekend."
Still, there are a bunch of reasons to keep the faith. I'll talk about those another time. In the meantime, I'll be praying for a win over Idaho.
But that's not the worst part. Every Saturday during football season, thousands of yutzy football fans break out their Ducks/Beavers apparel and wear it around town, proud of their once-pathetic football programs that have gotten decent in recent history (thanks in large part to Phil Knight/potato salad sales at Costco, respectively).
A couple years ago, this wouldn't have bothered me. I could walk around Portland with my head held high, believing my Huskies would end up hammering the Oregon schools and move on to a bowl game.
Those days are gone now. I'm a Husky, and everybody knows it. What used to be a good thing is now an opportunity for people to crack jokes about the worst football being played at the Montlake cut in 35 years. What's worse, I've even been having some run-ins with Cougars, right here in Portland. After this weekend's thrashing at the hands of Cal and his team's win over Nevada, one Cougar alum smugly smiled at me as I walked past him in church and said, "What a great weekend."
Still, there are a bunch of reasons to keep the faith. I'll talk about those another time. In the meantime, I'll be praying for a win over Idaho.
posted by Small Fish at 8:22 PM
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