There were no winners that day. At the end of what has been dubbed “The Toilet Bowl,” involving the University of Oregon Ducks and Oregon State Beavers, the scoreboard read 0-0.
Some say it was the worst football game ever played.
Eleven fumbles, five interceptions, four missed field goals, no points.
If overtime rules had existed then, this comical futility may have never ended.
The year was 1983, several months before I moved to Oregon. This was the state of the Oregon Ducks football program when I first set foot in the Pacific Northwest. It was a laughingstock of a program, unknown to the rest of the country.
Tonight the Ducks play the Auburn Tigers for the right to be called national champions.
Noted U. of Oregon fan Ben Lundin (left) celebrates the Ducks' BCS title game berth.
By Ben Lundin aka Ben “The Machine” Lundeen, softball shortstop extraordinaire.
And so ends bowl season. With the Ohio State Fighting Sweatervests’ victory over the Arkansas Hogs in Tuesday’s Sugar Bowl, we reach the end of the (important) bowl season and await the only bowl game that matters: the mythical national championship. Sure, there are a few games left on the slate. There’s the AT&T Cotton Bowl involving LSU and Texas A&M, but does anyone outside of Louisiana or Texas care?
In case you can’t hear the thoughts of this blog’s other readers, the answer is, “Meh, I don’t know, it’s better than ‘Two and a Half Men.’”
Somebody hire this man, please. Photo Credit: Cajun Tomato
Hello from Ben, the word bringer, food stamp slinger. That’s what they call me, and always in that the order. Because my blogging is so sick. So sick, in fact, that I wrote this post from the hospital.
Full disclosure: this is my first foray into the blogosphere. They say confidence goes a long way, so I’ve built myself up for blogging skills that, as of the time this is being written, are completely a mystery to everyone, including myself. I’m sorry I deceived you. From now on I’ll let you know before I deceive you. I’m also not in the hospital. I’m sorry I deceived you again.
Without further ado, let me break my blogging cherry.