As a U of O senior I am a pretty proud to say the Oregon Ducks played in the National Championship game tonight. We didn't win, I didn't even watch, but it was still pretty exciting that everyone else was so excited with how well the team did this year.
Someday Tom and I will have a life of leisure in which we can watch football together... I think. But tonight Tom watched the extremely close game from the center of MAC court surrounded by screens and screaming fans. He, of course, was working. Though, exactly what he was doing I'm not sure. Something about operating a camera, I think.
I hadn't made any definitive plans for watching the game and thought I would feel a little guilty jumping on the bandwagon this late in my college career anyway. So, as usual, I made my way home after class and prepared to carry on my day and evening without Tom, which is quite normal. But the view out my window was unusually foggy this afternoon. The streets were empty and I had the impression that even the houses were uninhabited. It was like being by yourself on a holiday, I imagine. Everyone was gathered together somewhere celebrating and I was alone. So, I called Lane.
Appropriately, Lane and I didn't watch the football game together. This is the kind of thing we do. When we got a call to come and join the celebration we declined so Lane could write her paper and I could finish the stew and cornbread I had started. We were the only people in the county, maybe in the whole world, not watching the game. Instead we cranked up the heater and drank tea. We talked about the things we always talk about. I danced around in my new party dress for her and she told me why she should move to Russia (not really). We got out the globe and found the place where people eat guinea pigs heads; we discussed Norman Borlaug. I showed off the gift tags I'd made out of an old Pee-chee folder. Lane didn't write her paper.
It was far from a historical event. It was very usual but very wonderful.
But I am glad "My Ducks" went to the big-time and that they got their own power ballad on the Jimmy Fallon show. However, the celebrity tribute paled in comparison with our own creative genius (featuring the Moshofsky Center artfully decorated by my hard-working husband and crew) See for yourself:
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It was pretty cool having the Ducks get a power ballad on Jimmy Fallon! Not that I'm very into power ballads, with maybe the exception of Aerosmith's Dream On.
I, for the record, was at Bible study, and not watching the game. However, I have to admit to listening to the game on the radio on the way home.
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