I thinke back on all the seasons I followed the Ducks as they slowly built from the nice little team that never had the depth to sustain the early glimmers of promise we occasionally glimpsed, to the emerging DUCK of today, and it gives me an odd sense of joy in the past... It is with a healthy dose of wonder that I clamber to the top of the tallest chair in the aging man cave to beat my chest and roar in my most powerful (albeitwheezing, sadly diminshed) voice, "WE ARE THE DUCKS, as if the rest of the years were but a brief, passing moment.
I (my 13 year old self) was there, at that very first loss to tOSU. I was there when mighty( ?) Notre Dame settled for a tying field goal, in the waning moments of what easily could have been a massive win for our Ducks. I witnessed an Oregon hero waving a broken fingernail proudly in the air after tipping a (UCLA?) field goal attempt. From the Toilet Bowl, to the program defining Wheaton Interception, and many of the glorious and ignominous steps in-between...
Yeah, WE. Are. Number ONE!!!
Let's bask in it, as long as it lasts!!