v. Arizona Wildcats

It was the first night home game this season. We were playing the Arizona Wildcats, who many would opine did not have a chance of putting up too many numbers. Dawg fans were giddy about this game. Even the moon was smiling down on this clear, crisp evening.

But then the Wildcats scored first. And it became a fight with the refs who were throwing flags left and right – four flags in one play – against the Huskies.

There was one play that was deemed incomplete even though C. Polk single handedly caught the ball, and planted three solid steps before hitting the turf.

 

We were on the brink of a riot.

Dawg fans were booing the refs.

We watched with agony as the clock counted down the first half of the game.

Suddenly, the cold became unbearable. My hands were freezing, so I stuffed them into my down puffer coat which had been in storage since last winter. And lo, I discovered this, folded and pressed by the last wash cycle. It was a sign. Just like the smiling moon.

Then the Huskies started getting first downs.

And we scored.

Ah, victory is sweet. I'll take a win any day!

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