Didn’t get to see the game. Had to follow it on gametracker on my bberry while in Austin watching my Horns (my grad school) get trounced. Were there any injuries today? I noticed Gaffney’s name didn’t come up much as the game went on. Just riding Taylor’s hot hand?

Not as long as the Axe is in the hands of Cal weenies who don’t know the joy of spelling Stanford correctly or admit when their player’s knee was down, even if he did get away with it. Before Harbaugh arrived, I had to turn my back on my feelings about this. But now, slowly I turn, and the Axe soon will go right in their resentful necks once more, at least in the fantasy world of 19th-century cheers. Thanks, Jim. Thanks, Herbert Hoover. You’re not all my kind of people, but you are family. I went to Stanford on full scholarship, you Cal weenies. Your resentful stereotypes just proclaim your ignorance and pettiness.

At Stanford, no one is petty about doling out revenge. It’s either absolute forgiveness or a real pounding, don’t spare the 2-point conversion. The boys need the practice. That’s the Stanford way. I like it. Every insult from Cal trolls just makes “The Dirty Golden Bear” go off in my head. What a great song. Maybe I’ll post the lyrics when I’m ready to celebrate.

I can wait and see if Harbaugh really is the best Stanford coach I’ve ever seen, which starts with John Ralston, assuming he doesn’t run off to another job. If he does, I might try voodoo. There’s only so much one can forgive.

especially through the air. It’s good to see that this team doesn’t need to be carried by one side of the ball.