This is my first fanpost on this venerable site. Evair. Yeah, I've thought about creating a DBD or just waxing poetic about Cal football or basketball from "back in the day." (And by "back in the day," we're talking 80s and 90s.) But I never really had the sense of urgency to do a Fanpost. And I never really thought I had anything to offer in a Fanpost. Let's face it: I'm no Twist. And I'm certainly no Hydro. Hell, I'm not even rollonubears.
But today, I have something I felt compelled to share. I am (of course) celebrating Cal's 45-26 victory over the University of California's southern branch campus. The win was glorious on so many levels. We all know the last three weeks have been somewhat of a living hell. So we wanted this win. We needed this win. And thanks be to Tedford, Oski, and Bak Bak, WE GOT IT! Go Bears! Palms of Victory!
For me, the win brought much needed relief in one more way. To understand why, we need to go back to September 26, 2009. That was a Saturday. And not just any Saturday: it was the day of the Oregon game. The Eugene massacre, if you will.
I don't remember if this has ever been revealed on this blog, but I am a proud father of two. One of those children is a beautiful 17-month old girl. Well, my little girl is learning so many things in this time of her life, including how to formulate words and phrases that are actually understandable. It's an enjoyable thing to behold. And on September 26, at about 3:30 pm Eastern Time, I heard from her a phrase that made my heart melt. She was watching and listening to her daddy get all jacked up for the game. I let out a little "Go Bears" as I was ramping up toward kickoff. And to my surprise, my daughter said:
Yes, the little girl said it. SHE SAID IT!! Her first "Go Bears!" Sure, it sounded like "Goo Bay," but we all know what she was saying. Okay, maybe you had to be there to really know, but you'll have to take my word on this one. She was saying "Go Bears!" Trust me. It was a glorious thing to hear from her cute little voice. The smile on my face brought a smile to her face. She knew she had said something very special. And I immediately had visions of taking her to college for her freshman year at Cal in 2026.
I was excited enough about the game. And to hear my daughter utter the first "Go Bears!" of her life took the excitement up a notch. And I was flying even higher when we forced a fumble on the opening kickoff.
Unfortunately, we all know what happened next on that sunny afternoon in Eugene. And then there was the following week against USC. Two games without a touchdown, and brutal losses. After the loss to USC, a horrific thought came to me. WE HAVEN'T SCORED A TOUCHDOWN SINCE MY DAUGHTER UTTERED HER FIRST "GO BEARS!" Oh Noes! What does this mean? She's not a jinx, is she? What if she is somehow the catalyst of an epic 2007-esque collapse? What am I going to do? What CAN I do? So many questions, and no answers.
Which brings us to the Ucla game. My daughter was with me as I watched the game. I didn't know whether to hide from the juju or meet the juju head on. Do I curb my enthusiasm? Or do I let out my usual "Go Bears" cheers, knowing that my daughter would surely repeat them, consequences be damned? I chose to believe that my beautiful daughter sayiing "Go Bears!" couldn't be a bad thing. It just couldn't. So I did nothing to stop the "Go Bears" from leaving my mouth. And during the 1st quarter, my daughter repeated a "Go Bears" after Vereen's touchdown. And then she said it again later. And again. And again.
And this time, we won!
Coach Tedford's LA jinx is broken, for sure. And now I have the peace of mind that there is no jinx attached to my daughter's "Go Bears!"