08-09-2010, 09:02 AM
Here it is, the First Day of the New Year as measured by the Harbaughian Calendar. The time of renewal and ritual forgetting of things like...well, like Big Game 2009. The first day of Fall Practice. Â You should be forming a dancing/chanting ring around Cardboardhenge, invoking the departed spirit of Gerhart to inhabit the body of Tyler Gaffney and wishing plagues of boils on Tedford and plagues running backs who move like toads on Kiffin.
But not a word of anticipation or speculation from y\'all. Sheesh. Well somebody\'s got to appease the Gods. Guess it\'s time for me to go eat the heart of a leprechaun. Tastes gawdawful. The things I do for Stanford football.
But not a word of anticipation or speculation from y\'all. Sheesh. Well somebody\'s got to appease the Gods. Guess it\'s time for me to go eat the heart of a leprechaun. Tastes gawdawful. The things I do for Stanford football.
