This is only really news because Mark and I were there to see the game. It was our semi-annual invitation from the football mad parental and fraternal units to join them in worshipping at the altar of little-boy football.

My gorgeous mother made me put little “O” tattoos on my fingernails. To match my new Duck t-shirt and hat. We were stylish, let me tell you. Mom got to learn how to use a beer bong from the guys tailgating in front of us. We met a guy named Donkey who came with Brandon. Ken managed to get the burgers cooked in spite of a Weber failure. The weather was beautiful. The Ducks won big.