[fultonstreet]

Greetings and Salutations,

I grew up a Stanford football fan. My dad was the alum, graduating in 1976 with a Master's in education. He and my mom (his fiancee at the time) lived in Quillen, and they have fond memories of football tailgates, biking to San Antonio Shopping Center, and surviving on the charity of the Filipino nurses at Stanford hospital. As for Stanford football, my dad treated it like another course in his Master's education, and studied it religiously.

Anyway, growing up in the Philippines, I was steeped by my dad in all things Stanford. I heard about Warner and Nevers, Plunkett and Bunce, Vataha and Garcia. I heard about how Clark Shaughnessy introduced the shotgun and how Bill Walsh perfected what would become the West Coast Offense. My dad talked incessantly about the awesomeness of the Thunderchickens. Thanks to an uncle in EL Granada, we received VHS tapes of whatever Stanford games had been televised, so we got to see Brad Muster in all his glory.

And that's how it was until we moved to the States, to Southern California. We got to see the 1991 game against USC, where Stanford finally beat the Trojans after 15 winless years. That sealed the deal for me. My dad and I would watch Stanford during their road trips to SoCal, and try to make at least one game in the Bay Area--usually Big Game. We were there for Bill Walsh's first Big Game back as head coach.

I never made it into Stanford. I attended the University of San Francisco, where we would joke that we were getting a kal education at Stanford prices. Since USF hasn't had a Division 1 football team since 1951, the students would maintain whatever allegiances they had growing up; my suitemates in freshman year all rooted for other PAC-10 teams: Oregon State, Washington, and UCLA, and we were all united in our loathing of kal and $c. They're still my best friends.

My dad and I still get together for games, though I've gone to more games by myself nowadays since I'm still in the Bay Area and he's down in SoCal, but we saw this year's UCLA and Colorado games together, and he was at the epic $c game. It's been an awesome ride these past three years for us, and we're just enjoying it.

*Goes back into lurk mode*

[fultonstreet]

Greetings and Salutations,

I grew up a Stanford football fan. My dad was the alum, graduating in 1976 with a Master's in education. He and my mom (his fiancee at the time) lived in Quillen, and they have fond memories of football tailgates, biking to San Antonio Shopping Center, and surviving on the charity of the Filipino nurses at Stanford hospital. As for Stanford football, my dad treated it like another course in his Master's education, and studied it religiously.

Anyway, growing up in the Philippines, I was steeped by my dad in all things Stanford. I heard about Warner and Nevers, Plunkett and Bunce, Vataha and Garcia. I heard about how Clark Shaughnessy introduced the shotgun and how Bill Walsh perfected what would become the West Coast Offense. My dad talked incessantly about the awesomeness of the Thunderchickens. Thanks to an uncle in EL Granada, we received VHS tapes of whatever Stanford games had been televised, so we got to see Brad Muster in all his glory.

And that's how it was until we moved to the States, to Southern California. We got to see the 1991 game against USC, where Stanford finally beat the Trojans after 15 winless years. That sealed the deal for me. My dad and I would watch Stanford during their road trips to SoCal, and try to make at least one game in the Bay Area--usually Big Game. We were there for Bill Walsh's first Big Game back as head coach.

I never made it into Stanford. I attended the University of San Francisco, where we would joke that we were getting a kal education at Stanford prices. Since USF hasn't had a Division 1 football team since 1951, the students would maintain whatever allegiances they had growing up; my suitemates in freshman year all rooted for other PAC-10 teams: Oregon State, Washington, and UCLA, and we were all united in our loathing of kal and $c. They're still my best friends.

My dad and I still get together for games, though I've gone to more games by myself nowadays since I'm still in the Bay Area and he's down in SoCal, but we saw this year's UCLA and Colorado games together, and he was at the epic $c game. It's been an awesome ride these past three years for us, and we're just enjoying it.

*Goes back into lurk mode*