From the Mic Men: Listen Up, Maggots!

Hey!

What’s with the long face? Is this the first heartbreak Cal has given you? Is this the first time your Cal football expectations never lived up to reality?

And now you want to burn it all down, fire everyone, and revoke scholarships. Is that the type of Golden Bear your mother raised you to be? Did Andy Smith, the Wonder Teams, and Pappy Waldorf leave behind a legacy of depression and failure? Ok, it’s certainly not great to lose to the cellar-dweller of the PAC, but there is still 300 minutes of football left to be played this year and countless more in our future. So sit up straight, hold onto your Oski bobblehead, and yell “GO BEARS!” loud and proud, wherever you may be.

You remember last year, I assume? How, after a week of homecoming festivities, we got blown out 37-7 by a winless UCLA? And, of course, after that, AD Knowlton decided to shut down Cal football, we dropped down to the Mountain West Conference, and now my job solely consists of attending water polo games.

Except, we didn’t. Then Evan Weaver went and beat Washington. And then we beat USC, in the Coliseum!

My point is simple: Yes, there’s not a lot of hype in Cal-land right now. We’ve been frustrated, beaten down, and broken. It’s become masochistic to continue watching for the slim hope of touchdowns. At some points, it seems there is no light at the end of this tunnel.

But who cares? For 100-some players, right now, wear our name on the front of their jersey. They are lucky to put on the colors of the best university in the world, and we are lucky enough to get to cheer them on. For our Golden Bears, there will be no greater redemption than victory this weekend. And that’s why I say, with the confidence of 100 Weavers, Bears by 50.