It's Monday morning, another epic weekend has passed, and I am already looking forward to the next one.
Take a peek at the above video, courtesy of the Wines Family blog, and you'll very well understand.
You ask--am I living vicariously through my football team?
Of course not (cough).
My goodness, I was so nervous Saturday. Charles "Chuckie" Lucas and I gathered our pom-poms and a couple of cold brews, parked ourselves in front of my computer, and streamed the beauteous thing that happened in Seattle Saturday afternoon.
It didn't start well.
When Keanon Lowe dropped a sure-fire TD pass on Marcus Mariota's first throw of the day I just about came unglued, and a menage of horrific images filled my head.
Lucas calmed me down, noting that the Tigers/Sox game later in the evening might be more meaningful, and, er, entertaining.
Spoken like a Chicagoan who haunted Wrigley Field as a kid and has known heartbreak and futility all his life. Yet I did not want to go there.
The Ducks needed three tries and three video replays to gain a yard before the man upstairs (in the replay booth) answered my prayers. A first TD!
And then Josh Huff appeared to be seriously injured in the first quarter. Not good, not good at all.
But there he was in the second-half! Hauling in a long pass from Mariota to answer the marvelous Bishop Sankey.
What happened? Phil Knight must have intervened, laid hands upon the stricken.
Yeah, that's it...