#1 is the day I married the beautiful (and incredibly patient) Mrs. McBoob.
#2t is the day my best buddy in the entire universe - Mini McBoob was born.
#2t is the day my little ray of sunshine (with scattered thunderstorms) - Girl McBoob was born.
#4 is today.
#5 was the '91 Apple Cup when I broke the nose of the asshole husky fan (you know who you are) who kept spitting on my friend's future wife while "woofing" in her ear, as we sat in those wooden bleachers in the East endzone of husky stadium. Stay classy, montlake.
You know who thought it was pretty cool that her 21 year-old, beer-bonging, frat dick, apple of her eye, broke the nose of that asshole husky fan? My Mom. That's who.
You know who just reached her goal of going to the Apple Cup to cheer on her Cougs - only 3 months removed from surgery to remove most of a malignant brain tumor; and just a few weeks removed from more than one month of daily radiation treatments? You guessed it...my Mom!
Here's Ma McBoob, the critters and I in front of the new statue after the game.
Even better, here's Ma McBoob on the field before the game (thanks to one of the best friends in the world) with Coach Tony.
Here she is cooling down after meeting Coach Tony.
Here she is with one of her Cougar heroes, Mike Utley
Before she met Mike, she got to see this. Note to apathetic Cougs around the planet: If you can't get fired up for Apple Cup - even in a year like this one - you need to turn in your badges...
There are very few good excuses for missing an Apple Cup in our own stadium - because moments like this one are worth every ounce of abuse we get from our husky “friends” every other day on the calendar...
This “meaningless” football game turned out to be HUGE - for both programs.If you don’t believe me, you need to watch (or maybe re-watch) the clips, sound bites and interviews from after the game. On the good-guys' side you have Wulff running onto the field like a maniac, fans pouring onto the field and Greg Trent making sweet, sweet love to the Apple Cup trophy. Wulff said it himself as he ran off the field: this kind of game, in a season like this makes kids finally BELIEVE in what they’re doing. All of a sudden, young guys like Louis Bland, Logwone Mitz, Toby Turpin and Romeo Pellum look less like stop-gaps and more like building blocks for the future of the program.
On the bad-guys' side, you have hundreds of annoying Husky fans going from chanting “Who’s house? dawg’s house!” - to just whining about being really, really cold, within a span of about 10 minutes; and then you have Ronnie Fouch who when interviewed after the game, looked and sounded as if he had just run over his own dog as he backed out of the driveway.
Both of our programs have nowhere to go but up and I’m looking forward to the day when we’re playing with bowl games on the line instead of pride. For now, we’ll take it: One monumental victory in an otherwise dismal season.
While the fight on the field is more pillow than prize, the fight in the fans is still intense and actually, a little stupid. After the game, everyone apparently had the same idea and rushed to the new statue for some snapshots. As I took one, I caught this husky jagoff (you know who you are) jumping up on the statue...As you saw from the other picture, I was there with my family. When I realized what was happening, an angel dressed in white appeared on my shoulder, warning me not to do anything stupid in front of the kids - but in an instant, another devil dressed in Crimson appeared on my other shoulder and I guess I liked what I heard. It all happened in a split-second but I did what everyone else should have done - and ran up and knocked his ass into the garden behind the statue. Not wanting to ruin my chances for Dad of the Year, I later turned this into a lesson of respect for my children. Never disrespect others or other people's property - especially if you're a douchebag dressed in purple.Truth be told, I'm more teddy bear than timebomb but something about obnoxious husky fans just brings out the worst in me - though I don't usually act unprovoked. A few years back in husky stadium, I was dressed as Santa Coug (a tradition I put on hold this year because the kids came with us) and some punk came up behind me and knocked off my hat. I bent down to pick up the hat and as I came up, I saw three guys laughing at their hijinks. I had no idea which one did it so I approached the tallest one and open-hand slapped him across the face. I then put my hat back on, turned and walked away, waiting to get jumped. Note: If you really don't like someone and would like to bitch-slap them in public without them fighting back, get a Santa suit.
Today my wife and I both had to walk through the gaggle of huskies in the endzone bleachers a couple times. One little lush had a smartass comment for me, so I politely told him to go fornicate himself. I accidentally caught another one in the stomach with my elbow. My wife had to go through them once by herself and she said they were giving her a ration of shit too.
I suppose I could have said "excuse me" instead of elbowing that guy, but otherwise, I don't think I owe any apologies...
If you need another prime example of husky smugness, check out the FSN postgame show and watch Angie Mentink, who even in defeat was able to get under Jason Gesser's skin. I guaran-damn-tee you that he would have loved to tell her to go fornicate herself after that final kick sailed through the uprights - but he apparently has more composure than I.
I certainly am not going to be doing any bragging about this game because I'm acutely aware that it could have very easily been another loss. But a football team is only as good as it's worst player and for today anyway, the worst player on the field was the husky kicker. That's not to take anything away from our Cougs though. They battled hard and never gave up - even as many fans had either left or had an eye on the exit for a quick departure. I myself, readied the family for such an escape two times: first on the play before the long pass to Karstetter and again when the huskies had the ball in the first OT. Instead we stayed inside and celebrated an incredibly satisfying Cougar victory.
The new regime has it's first signature victory and we can officially lay to rest the Mike Price/Bill Doba era. Of course one of the signature moments of that era was the 1998 Rose Bowl where the final two second mysteriously slipped off the clock and we were left wo wonder "what if?" Today in Martin Stadium, we got those two seconds back at the end of the 4th quarter when Kevin Lopina spiked the ball, making way for Nico Grasu's game-tying field goal with two ticks left on the clock. The Cougar world is back in balance.
Go Mom! Go Cougs!
Butch in the tunnel before the game
I actually liked the all-crimson lookSome good-looking Cougs in the student section
I knew it...
See you on Sundays, Brandon.