Not enough Mike Silver/Category 0

Dude, that photo needs to be taken down. Only Furd women yearn for we rugged men of Cal.

Grew up 5 minutes from campus in Menlo Park going to basketball games on the farm, summer camps, etc. but went to Cal. I hate ‘Furd and their elitist attitude that looks down upon Cal. More than anything I love Berkeley and what it represents – Stanford is just a bunch of affluent blue bloods looking out for people of their own ilk. Berkeley’s impact on the world is significantly greater.

I tend to not outwardly hate Furdies at all during 51 weeks out of the year. It’s this one week when every single one of their annoying tendencies just becomes far too much to handle.

It seems as if during Big Game week the Furdies suddenly channel their inner bruins and start to behave as if they are entitled to victory based on their logo. Any loss is obviously due to conspiracies involving the officials, the Trilateral Commission, and Dan Brown – because lord knows their team could never lose without that sort of thing!

And in that respect, Harbaugh is the perfect coach for these fools. The very idea that someone from the Furd can try and co-opt a “blue collar” persona is completely ludicrous … but that he says it with a straight face is why he is such a douche. And the fact that all Furdies have that attitude (during Big Game week, anyway) is reason to hate them.

OK, I admit it. I don’t really hat on the furd as much as I let on. I’ve met douchebags from there that fit all the criteria to be hatted with a white hot fire of hat unknown to mankind, but then I’ve met some decent folk who were young, dumb and full of..oh wait this is a family blog…and made the mistake of enrolling at the farm out of high school.

But now that I think about it, I hat them for not making me hat them enough. Those assholes!

I wonder if we’ll hear the “Eat Sh*t / F*ck You” chants.

That photo is so ugly i cant belive shes even with him. BERKElEY SHITS ON PALO ALTO GO BEARS CHOP THAT STUPID TREE DOWN WITH THAT AX!

Much of the hate on the Furd changes after you graduate. 10 years after graduating from Cal, I have gotten to/had to work with many folks from the Furd, and look up to some of their contributions to the Valley. When I went to Cal, I flat-out refused to even use Yahoo! because I saw it as a Furd creation. Now, with Google being the alternative, you can’t exactly say you avoid Furd creations online no matter how hard you try.

My mother in law lives in Palo Alto, and thus, I spend much time there. I still dislike all things Cardinal and enjoy their pain, and I still get uncomfortable nearing their campus. I think Hoover Tower is an embarrassment and I love the community of Berkeley more than I ever will that Farm which should be paved over and replaced with a WalMart or sparsely populated office park. But the people there are occasionally not so bad – especially the ones who had no clue Stanford even had any sports teams or a crappy band.

When I attended Cal, in the Gilbertson/Mariucci/Holmoe/Holmoe years, we lost to Stanfurd in the Big Game every freakin’ year. By 1997, the main point of the game was to see how big the fight was going to be after the game, and whether or not any students would be injured. The 1996 game saw the Stanford tree get taken down at Memorial Stadium and torn to shreds. That, we told ourselves, was even more important than if we had won.

In 1997, when at Stanford, as the Cardinal “fans” ran toward the Cal student section, projectiles flew from the Cal side and nailed some poorly-placed non-academes of said Farm. It was pretty brutal. Remember also that this was the 100th anniversary year when it was rumored Chelsea’s parents would be in attendance. Needless to say, that didn’t happen, thanks to the Daily Cal (where I worked) publishing a column called ChealseaF***ers that published her dorm address and essentially said to go take her out. The Secret Service was none too pleased.

So… yeah, the Big Game makes me hate the Furd because I remember all that crap. So I say hate the hell out of them this week, and then go smirk at them in the workplace on Monday when we win.

I admit I applied to the Furd (and yes got rejected – their loss). Chances are less than 50% I’d have gone there if I had been accepted with the fees and the fact that it was way too close to home. The game that got me into American Football was Elway’s superbowl win… yea.

I also have some friends who go the Furd and they’re all right. Only one in the group has become an asshat as opposed to my friends who went to UCLA where only two didn’t become asshats.

That said I bleed blue and gold and my hatred for the Furd grows, especially this week with their bandwagon fans.

My reason for hating Furd:

Due to reasons out of my control, I went to high school in Palo Alto. A good number of my classmates’ parents worked for Furd or were somehow affiliated with the school in positions of authority. If you were a halfway decent student and didn’t completely bomb the SATs, this pretty much guaranteed you got in. Out of a class of ~400 graduating seniors, a whopping 28 went to Furd. Something like five did NOT have parents affiliated with the program. A goodly measure of the people who got in were one notch above borderline retarded. One, I know for a fact, cruised through school with B’s, then became “very into” cocaine during his freshman year at Furd. Real upstanding citizen.

Category 2 when it’s not a week before a football/basketball game. Category 1 when it is. My family is Cal in every way we could be. The following members of my family attended Cal: Great Grandfather, Great Grandmother, Grandfather, Great Uncle, Mom, Dad, Step-mom, Step-Dad, Uncle, Cousin, and Wife. When it’s not Big Game week we recognize that some Stanfurd grads are OK people. When it’s Big Game week, all bets are off.

And no, I didn’t apply to Stanfurd. Why would I waste my application money so that I could pay 3x as much money for an inferior education?

My fairly intense hatred of the Furd during Big Game week stems from my freshman year at Cal. We had a kick-ass team in 91-92. Sean Dawkins was my favorite player because he had gone to my high school. We beat UOP 72-0 (I think) in the first game of the season. We barely lost to the National Champion Huskies and beat Clemson at the Citrus Bowl. Stanford was reasonably good that year (Vardell!!!), but and that was our only other loss. ARRGH! However, several of my good die-hard Bear fan friends went to grad school at Furd (proudly wore Cal colors at Stanford stadium in the Stanford student section and went relatively unmolested), and I have had to work with many well-meaning Furdites since graduation, so it is hard to maintain an all-encompassing hatred without seeming like a bit of a tool in polite company. So I’m probably a 2.

I applied to Stanford early decision and ever so desperately wanted to go. I did not get in, but had I gotten in, I woulda joined the band in 2 shakes of a baby lamb’s tail, toads nailed Chelsea, and you guys would be posting at The Band Is Out On The Field about how much you hate Stanford, but can’t resist the delightful irreverence of DonutsNBeer over at AllRightNow.com, SBN’s Stanford blog. Hat me all you want, but it’s the truth and you know it.

Great thoughts all around. Keep them coming!

One of you, feel free to speak up. If T-Bred starts frothing at the mouth we’ll muzzle him.

And I revel in this 3. You know why? Because it means they have sucked my entire fandom. It means I can be a condescending dick and say things like ‘nobody gives a fuck about stanford’. Some day, it will probably be at least a 2. However, I really really enjoy the fact that right now I can claim that stanford does not matter.

Harbaugh needs to go before this changes.

Hate the ’Furd. Hate them. I did apply, got accepted, but I already knew I wanted to go to Cal, so sending back that acceptance with a big fat NO was extra-sweet.

I already knew I wanted to go to Cal when I was in highschool – Mom had to sit me down and tell me why I had to apply to more than one school. Grew up in LA, but came up to Cal one summer to do research and fell in love with the city, the campus, everything. After that, it was Cal all the way. Since Ioved Cal, I naturally hated the ‘Furd. My hatred was confirmed when I took a campus tour before “deciding”. As we were walking around, it just didn’t feel like I fit there, like I’d have to wear a suit and tie every day – weird. Plus, the campus tour guide told us all these stories but hardly anything about the campus. We passed by their big ol’ music building and the tour guide didn’t even mention it! I couldn’t believe it. It was something I never forgot, especially when I became a tour guide for the greatest university on God’s green earth.

As I’ve gotten to know the Furdies and their traditions over the years, my hat has only grown in intensity and fury. We must CRUSH the ’Furd at every opportunity!! KILL THE TREE!!!

so, earlier this month, i packed my overnight bag and headed east to catch my beloved crimson tide play lsu (stick with me here, i promise it’s applicable to the subject at hand). like any flight heading to birmingham on a friday afternoon, there was the usual assortment of bama fans on weekend pilgrimage back to bryant-denny stadium. it was nice to be back among my people.

the group that ended up sitting behind me were something of an exception though. turns out they were some current furd students that happened to sit by a recent furd grad and insisted on talking about how great the furd was for three straight fucking hours. i’d have rather sat next to a colicky baby with ass rash.

it seems one of their group was originally from birmingham, had retained his allegiance to alabama. so when he decided to head back for the game his compadres all thought it would be positively delightful to slum it for a weekend with the common people.

so every so often they would yell “roll tide” ironically to their companion unknowing the kind of violence that kind of asshattery can create in the yellowhammer state. but that was downright charming compared to the jaw-dropping sense of entitlement they demonstrated that – astonishingly – they seemed completely oblivious of.

they spent much of the flight joking about how backward the place they were going was, running through every shopworn stereotype you can think of. and, then, without even pausing, they would start discussing all about the new high-end restaurants in palo alto and san francisco they liked to spend their mommy and daddy’s money.

seems these fine douchebags were also part of the student government. which seemed to reinforce the impression their asshattery was par for the course amongst their fellow students.

and as any alabama fan knows, none of this is new. in 1935 stanford and alabama met in the rose bowl. with the indians (as they were so known at the time) ahead in the third quarter, their fans starting throwing coins on the field during a timeout in hopes of distracting alabama’s players. didn’t work, we crushed the bastards 29-13 and garnered our fourth national championship.

so, i plan on watching this game this weekend, and i hope to see all this asinine talk of a furd resurgence crushed on their home field by their most hated rival. and, if you happen to be at the game, give them a hearty “fuck you” from an alabama fan if you get the chance.

Yeah yeah, I got rejected from Stanford. I also got rejected from every single other private school to which I applied (I had awful grades in high school), and through some grace of God, ended up at Cal, but I hate Stanford for many more reasons than that.

I honestly just hate what it is that Stanford represents. As has been said here many times (and a lot more eloquently), they are the anti-Berkeley. They’re country club, exclusive, snobby. I grew up near Palo Alto and have been to the Stanford campus a few times to explore. I cannot imagine how anyone there grows up to be anything useful in life.

Berkeley prepares you for what you face post-college: responsibility. If I took a class and forgot to drop it, well, my fault and I had to deal with the ramifications. If I oversleep for a midterm, well, my fault and I failed it. If I go to class and don’t understand the professor, well, my fault and I have to go to Office Hours on my own. No one was there at Cal make sure I did everything; I had to take responsibility. I almost didn’t graduate (on several occasions) because no one was there to make sure I completed my requirements. I definitely had one class that I forgot to drop and, as such, had to complete it for no reason.

We all know how different the situation is at Stanford.

But since the USC game, Furd students have become a completely different breed of obnoxious. The same people who used to say that football is dumb and doesn’t matter are now trash talking ahead of the Big Game.

Basically, Furd students are kids who got a large inheritance from their daddy’s trust fund; Cal students are people who made it on their own.

So screw you, LSJU.