Curtis Williams was paralyzed in a game at Stanford.
21 years ago today
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Stanford is coming back against UW on radio
ASU is blowing the lead to Oregon on TV
The Rose Bowl is slipping away. A somber mood about Williams. Rain. Couple hundred fans
Multiple onside kicks and Stanford takes the lead
Tui goes 80 yards in three plays for the win following up his 300/200 game the year before
It just meant more
A few years later UW hires the architect of the Stanford defeat
It didn't mean more anymore
ASU is blowing the lead to Oregon on TV
The Rose Bowl is slipping away. A somber mood about Williams. Rain. Couple hundred fans
Multiple onside kicks and Stanford takes the lead
Tui goes 80 yards in three plays for the win following up his 300/200 game the year before
It just meant more
A few years later UW hires the architect of the Stanford defeat
It didn't mean more anymore
Obligatory Curtis Williams was a shit human being post.
Stayed at the team hotel that weekend. Me, a buddy and his son who he took there for his 16th birthday.
Drank an awful lot of beer at the hotel bar on Friday night, so much so that a much younger Alexis ended up having to deposit a large amount of his beer back at the table. I filled up my pint glass with puke, had to puke again so I poured the pint into one of the empty pitchers on the table, started to fill up the pint glass again and then realized that I could skip the middle man and puke directly into the pitcher.
The 5 guys at the table next to me started chanting Puke and Rally! Puke and Rally!. Pretty soon a good portion of the bar picked up the chant.
The poor waitress came over and said, hey, why don't I take those from you and bring you some water. I told her she was sweet, and I'd kiss her but I got puke breath. She, not having seen Strange Brew didn't get it.
I of course did rally, and ended up having a beer with a couple of the coaches about 2 hours later.
Next day game. It wasn't raining during the pre game tailgate, so we left our rain gear in the car. It started pouring as we walked into the stadium and never stopped the whole time. The old Stanford shithole had about 6 inches between the seat and the seatback in front of you. So when we had to get to our seats in the middle of the row, everyone already in the section was hunkered down under their rain gear, so their knees were touching the bench backs in front of them, and they were not going to stand up to let us by since that would get them wet. Was the beginning of my burning hatred for Husky fans that continues to this day.
Side note. Tyrone called 3 consecutive timeouts prior to half time, while it was pouring, in order to try and ice our kicker on like a 25 yard FG, drawing out the bullshit first half for another 8 minutes while everyone was getting soaked. Fucking douche.
Addendum to Race's post about ASU and Oregon game. We were right in front of the cheer staff, and about 2 minutes before ASU choked away that game, he yelled over his megaphone that ASU won. Prior to their fumble and subsequent loss. So, everyone went from thinking Oregon had lost, to having to find out that they actually won, at about the same time Stanford picked up their 3rd onside kick.
Good times. Good times.
CSB
Drank an awful lot of beer at the hotel bar on Friday night, so much so that a much younger Alexis ended up having to deposit a large amount of his beer back at the table. I filled up my pint glass with puke, had to puke again so I poured the pint into one of the empty pitchers on the table, started to fill up the pint glass again and then realized that I could skip the middle man and puke directly into the pitcher.
The 5 guys at the table next to me started chanting Puke and Rally! Puke and Rally!. Pretty soon a good portion of the bar picked up the chant.
The poor waitress came over and said, hey, why don't I take those from you and bring you some water. I told her she was sweet, and I'd kiss her but I got puke breath. She, not having seen Strange Brew didn't get it.
I of course did rally, and ended up having a beer with a couple of the coaches about 2 hours later.
Next day game. It wasn't raining during the pre game tailgate, so we left our rain gear in the car. It started pouring as we walked into the stadium and never stopped the whole time. The old Stanford shithole had about 6 inches between the seat and the seatback in front of you. So when we had to get to our seats in the middle of the row, everyone already in the section was hunkered down under their rain gear, so their knees were touching the bench backs in front of them, and they were not going to stand up to let us by since that would get them wet. Was the beginning of my burning hatred for Husky fans that continues to this day.
Side note. Tyrone called 3 consecutive timeouts prior to half time, while it was pouring, in order to try and ice our kicker on like a 25 yard FG, drawing out the bullshit first half for another 8 minutes while everyone was getting soaked. Fucking douche.
Addendum to Race's post about ASU and Oregon game. We were right in front of the cheer staff, and about 2 minutes before ASU choked away that game, he yelled over his megaphone that ASU won. Prior to their fumble and subsequent loss. So, everyone went from thinking Oregon had lost, to having to find out that they actually won, at about the same time Stanford picked up their 3rd onside kick.
Good times. Good times.
CSB
EwaDawg
New Fish
Unfortunately, I was there. Never, have I ever wanted to watch the DWAGS play less than I did the final minutes of that game. You could actually feel why the players gave up and let 'furd come back.
Of course, after the Tui led comeback I made plans to fly to Seattle to watch us play Arizona who still kind of had a football team then.
I haven't been to an actual Husky game, outside of Aloha stadium, since whatshisname fucked up the tv negotiations.
Now it looks like I might never attend another. Well, at least for the foreseeable future anyway.
Was there talking shit to Stanford fans (all 3). Never had a doubt we’d win.
Of course, I was having a manic episode, which probably helped.
Of course, I was having a manic episode, which probably helped.
Drank an awful lot of beer at the hotel bar on Friday night, so much so that a much younger Alexis ended up having to deposit a large amount of his beer back at the table. I filled up my pint glass with puke, had to puke again so I poured the pint into one of the empty pitchers on the table, started to fill up the pint glass again and then realized that I could skip the middle man and puke directly into the pitcher. [/i]
I think you sat in front of me at Husky Stadium one game...
Impressed the hell out of Mrs. Lebam
I think you sat in front of me at Husky Stadium one game...
Impressed the hell out of Mrs. Lebam
I'm having flashbacks to the giphy of the big fat slob puking all over himself at a baseball game.
Fudgie says “hurtful”.
