woundedknees

Mark Helfrich is just as likely...

At 61, I was still coaching soccer in all seasons, was bench pressing 250, and my Dad was 90 years old and still drining a cable link D7 bulldozer. Now, at 72, I'm watching the Ducks from my recliner, listening to my jointss creak, and Dad passed away just short of his 101st birthday. That's progress. Having ESPN and the SEC dictate "the CFPrules"Isn't... It's selfish, greedy old men in a smoke filled backroom, patting each other on the back and knocking back bootleg shots, while maintaining the status quo at the expense of the rest of us.

Autzen seems to have pretty much been a problem for opposing teams for close to 20 years, based on the record...

I look forward to Dillon's return!

22-19, with help from a last minute completion to Franklin to get in FG range!

Since my step-Dad played for the Beavers until Pearl Harbor, I pretty much grew up surrounded by, as well as watching the beach rats play. I grew to like the Ducks in spite of that, which made some days of my youth more difficult to endure. When Dad's boss realized I was a Duck fan, he began sharing his donor seats with me and my friend, and later with my son. They were three rows back, around the 40 yard line, for quite a while. Im still watching!

No way Beavis could afford to rent him, now!

I just wish I'd got it on video. It was pretty funny!

The pigs i grew up around had good instincts, as good sense of smell, and a healthy appetite... you sniffed out a winner. Great guess!

I completely forgot to make a prediction for this game... My thoughts, as usual, were nowhere close!

My wife and daughter were screaming like banshees on the first couple of OBD series... they were initiating the 11 month old boy they were babysitting into the DUCK family. He ended up clapping and screaming "Go Ducks", too.

Are you not ENTERTAINED?

Is their secondary mascot a monkey? That may get mutilated, too!

Funny thing about broken noses... I've actually been directly involved with a few. At my great Uncle's funeral/non-alcholic wake, my cousin Paul (his grandson), whowas also in his teens, but outmatched me by 3" and 20+ pounds, was busy bullying most of the smaller cousins. He started pestering me and when I ignored him, tried to suckered punch me from behind... I realized what was happening, and dodged left, throwing up my right arm to block the incoming blow. I, err... missed, instead pulverizing his schnozz. Years later, at my Dad's funeral, I was sitting with his Grandma. She suddenly pointed at my brother, and hissed, "You're one who messed up Paulie's face!" We all knew what she was talking about, but it got better. She quickly relaxed, and muttered, "Aw, crap! Doesn't matter any more since the lid on the pasteurizing machine (basically a large pressure cooker) blew off and REALLY scrambled his mush!" Half the room cracked up. GladvDante is OK! GO DUCKS!

Winner!