We’ve been posting a few of our favorite Husky Stadium memories over the last few weeks, and I thought I’d throw up one more before the game. You might see a couple more before the season ends, or you might not. The Good Guys like to keep you guessing! I wrote this about eight years ago, while I was in college. Some of it’s a little outdated, but the sentiment hasn’t changed. It’s one of my favorite things I’ve written, so I thought I’d share. Hope you enjoy.
So far none of us has jumped. Still, my dad’s recommendation to stay on the bridge has come roughly every other autumn Saturday for the last eight years of my life. I’m not selectively suicidal, diving into depression on these certain Saturdays. My dad just wants to make sure we make it to the University of Washington football game on time, and a body dropping the some 100 feet into the water of the Montlake Cut would slow us down considerably. Someday I might have to try it, except I want to get to the game on time as well.
I was born watching Washington Husky football. Well, almost. I was born, and then later that day my dad held me as he watched the Apple Cup, the annual game against the cross-state rival Washington State University Cougars. The Huskies have been a part of my life ever since. I remember games playing on the radio as we built a shed in our yard, and my dad complaining about a lack of playing time for star running back Napolean Kaufman in the Rose Bowl. Minutes later, I remember Napolean racing down the sideline for a near touchdown that helped win the national championship. I centered birthday parties around the Apple Cup and watched the Huskies get beat one year in a blizzard. Another year I fell asleep halfway through the game, with the baseball mitt I had just got for my birthday still on my hand. Continue reading