Inane Drivel
It is really hard to write something that will appeal to my friends, my family, and my dormmates. I tend to think of one or the other audience and target my writing toward them. In the end, it causes me more frustration and time than I can afford. Believe it or not it takes a lot of time to write and re-write the crap that I put up here. In the interest of actually meeting my Saturday deadlines, I will try the following: write whatever the hell I want to and forget that someone may actually, eventually, read it. This tends to work for Dae-Ho quite well. At the same time, I will try to keep the amount of inane drivel to a minimum.
A good friend of mine recently sent me an email entitled “WHERE HAVE YOU BEEEEEN”. I don’t quite know how to respond to that question, other to say that I’ve been doing stuff. A lot of stuff…
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Last weekend my dorm took a trip to see Tosca in San Francisco. It was a great show and the plot was actually quite exciting. Aside from the whole singing in Italian thing, I was surprised by how contemporary the story was. It was also fun dressing up and going on a date in San Francisco with Marissa.
After the weekend I began an academic marathon. Long story, short: three problem sets + one lab + two midterms in three days = bad times. At least I survived it.
Yesterday, I went to the Stanford football game against Oregon. I was dreading having to go out and sit in the sizzling sun, but low and behold it was overcast and rainy. I love football in the rain. The last few seconds of the game were actually really exciting.
Quick flash back to a few weeks ago: We were planning on rushing the field for the USC game but, of course, Stanford pulled a Dan Grunfeld and chocked in the last few minutes.
At a boy, Grunfeld.
My second opportunity came yesterday afternoon against Oregon when Stanford began a John Elway-esque drive with less than a minute to play and zero time-outs. Our last hope was our third-string quarterback, T.C. Ostranger. Pass after pass down field and out-of-bounds gave us a chance to kick a last-second field goal to tie the game. The Stanford student section was abuzz with what they were witnessing. Was this the emergence of one of the best drives in Stanford football history? Michael Sgroi and the field goal unit hustled out to the field to set up for a 49-yard field goal attempt. The student section went silent as the ball is snapped to the holder. The snap is good. The hold is good. Michael Sgroi steps forward and kicks the ball…
Well, you get the picture. His jersey might as well have said “Grunfeld” on it because he missed the field goal just short of the goal post. I gave out one giant groan of frustration. As we walked up the Stadium steps to the exit we were joking about how fun it would have been to rush the field after winning in overtime. I am 0/2 on potential games to rush the field this season.
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The opera trip was so much fun!
The “mindless drivel and write whatever you want” was so much fun!
The way you wrote that gripping tale about the kicker lining up to kick a “we can now rush the field”-winner was well done. I couldn't help but laugh audibly to myself knowing that the Stanford student body was actually looking forward to rushing the field after beating… Oregon. And then not beating them.
“kekekeke”
Also: hilarious comments to my video of Eric and Madden. I'd thoroughly enjoy you eventually coming over and maim'ing him as well. “DO IT! DO IT NOW!”
Man, you can't blame Grunfeld for the loss to Alabama any more than you can blame Sgroi for losing the game on Saturday.
If anyone deserves blame in either of those situations it's the basketball team and the offensive line.
I'd have to agree with what you said about Grunfeld and Alabama, as well as Sgroi and Oregon. A similar thought actually occured to me as I was writing this entry. Did they actually cause what happened to their teams? Not really. Am I entitled to make scapegoats out of innocent athletes to help me cope with losing? Sure, why not?
That's all the recognition I get? The title of an email? What happened to “the coolest person in the world,” or “my butt buddy”? And it must be fun to have a football team.