09-30-2011, 11:06 PM
Hello Cardboard,
I'm NOT the Randy Vataha but he was my original Stanford hero. I used to post many years ago but I have not in many years. My dad is a law school grad and I was conceived in Escondido Village. I was a core volunteer for the Bootleg with Jim and Lars. I helped "seed" home/away stands with free Bootleg handouts. After a couple of years I focused my attention to my two young sons about the time the 'leg began to sniff corporate relationships. Best of my recollection the Cardboard was born around that time and it exemplified what being a true Stanford fan has meant to me. Mostly intelligent, articulate, loyal folks conscious of ones footprint. No offense to the Bootleg but it morphed into something I choose to not be a part of.
I attended the Don Bunce, Rod Garcia rose bowl victory over UM on 1/1/1972. Aside from the '69, '71, and '73 big games I had attended every single home game from 1969 through 2007 after which my oldest sons' athletic endeavors took precedence. My first big game was the 1974 big game in Berkeley. (Thank you Mike Langford, Brad Williams, Tony Hill, Guy Benjamin). I was at the 1982 big game deep within the Stanford section. Ironically I was staying with a friend of mine who was a junior at UC at the time.. After the game I went out to "Fondue Fred's" with 22 other UC undergrads and got really stewed on a bangload of wine. Later, as the kal crew was writing the original draft of the sacrifice scene from "Apocalypto" at my friends' apartment just five blocks from memorial, I stumbled my way up to memorial, climbed a fence and brewed up a batch self-pity, wallowing in it for a while.
I was in South Bend in 1992 for the still surreal victory over USB. The bus ride back to the train and the ensuing train ride back to Chicago was a fabulously boozy victory ride as kindred spirits embraced strangers as long lost friends.
I was fortunate enough to have worked in the SU athletic department for nearly ten years. (I previously was an executive assistant to President Gerhard Caspar during his last year in office. He was brilliant and humble) I had many wonderful associations with great people in the AD. From equipment managers and maintenance personnel to key administrators and some of the most admired and honored college coaches in Stanford as well as college history. Some of our Stanford coaching heroes are normal folks who happen to be brilliant teachers, organizers and leaders of leaders. David Shaw is a true blessing. He is the long term Stanford Football coach we have wanted for such a long time.
I have much more recollections/rights of passage regarding my love affair with Stanford football yet I will keep them with me for now.
About 8-9 years ago Garvin laid down a hilarious story which either appeared here or in the then less inflammatory Bootleg. It was about Forrie Martin and how he had targeted then UCLA kicker Efren Herrera for a butt-kicking. This tail included references to Forrie Martin crashing a human blockade outside his pre-med? class during those days when my folks drove me and my siblings around the campus to see all of the broken windows created from the demonstrations.
I bump into Gary T here in HMB every now and then.
Although he may live in infamy from that other board but I REALLY miss Long-Winded. He was absolutely outstanding.
I wanted to take this opportunity to shout out to long-time Stanford Baseball administrator Kathy Wolff who rather suddenly left us back in 2008 after many years of service to Stanford Baseball as well as the Stanford community. I worked with Kathy and I still value what I learned from her example as to how to treat people. She left an inspirational footprint
I'm NOT the Randy Vataha but he was my original Stanford hero. I used to post many years ago but I have not in many years. My dad is a law school grad and I was conceived in Escondido Village. I was a core volunteer for the Bootleg with Jim and Lars. I helped "seed" home/away stands with free Bootleg handouts. After a couple of years I focused my attention to my two young sons about the time the 'leg began to sniff corporate relationships. Best of my recollection the Cardboard was born around that time and it exemplified what being a true Stanford fan has meant to me. Mostly intelligent, articulate, loyal folks conscious of ones footprint. No offense to the Bootleg but it morphed into something I choose to not be a part of.
I attended the Don Bunce, Rod Garcia rose bowl victory over UM on 1/1/1972. Aside from the '69, '71, and '73 big games I had attended every single home game from 1969 through 2007 after which my oldest sons' athletic endeavors took precedence. My first big game was the 1974 big game in Berkeley. (Thank you Mike Langford, Brad Williams, Tony Hill, Guy Benjamin). I was at the 1982 big game deep within the Stanford section. Ironically I was staying with a friend of mine who was a junior at UC at the time.. After the game I went out to "Fondue Fred's" with 22 other UC undergrads and got really stewed on a bangload of wine. Later, as the kal crew was writing the original draft of the sacrifice scene from "Apocalypto" at my friends' apartment just five blocks from memorial, I stumbled my way up to memorial, climbed a fence and brewed up a batch self-pity, wallowing in it for a while.
I was in South Bend in 1992 for the still surreal victory over USB. The bus ride back to the train and the ensuing train ride back to Chicago was a fabulously boozy victory ride as kindred spirits embraced strangers as long lost friends.
I was fortunate enough to have worked in the SU athletic department for nearly ten years. (I previously was an executive assistant to President Gerhard Caspar during his last year in office. He was brilliant and humble) I had many wonderful associations with great people in the AD. From equipment managers and maintenance personnel to key administrators and some of the most admired and honored college coaches in Stanford as well as college history. Some of our Stanford coaching heroes are normal folks who happen to be brilliant teachers, organizers and leaders of leaders. David Shaw is a true blessing. He is the long term Stanford Football coach we have wanted for such a long time.
I have much more recollections/rights of passage regarding my love affair with Stanford football yet I will keep them with me for now.
About 8-9 years ago Garvin laid down a hilarious story which either appeared here or in the then less inflammatory Bootleg. It was about Forrie Martin and how he had targeted then UCLA kicker Efren Herrera for a butt-kicking. This tail included references to Forrie Martin crashing a human blockade outside his pre-med? class during those days when my folks drove me and my siblings around the campus to see all of the broken windows created from the demonstrations.
I bump into Gary T here in HMB every now and then.
Although he may live in infamy from that other board but I REALLY miss Long-Winded. He was absolutely outstanding.
I wanted to take this opportunity to shout out to long-time Stanford Baseball administrator Kathy Wolff who rather suddenly left us back in 2008 after many years of service to Stanford Baseball as well as the Stanford community. I worked with Kathy and I still value what I learned from her example as to how to treat people. She left an inspirational footprint