Cal - I am invincible and you have made me this way.
I am the third generation of my family to be Bears fans. Nearly half a century ago, I sat in traffic and had terrible parking only to sit in nosebleeds to watch us lose to San Jose State. I've furiously dialed on the phone to try to get classes on Tele*Bears only to get shut out. I've b…
Cal - I am invincible and you have made me this way.
I am the third generation of my family to be Bears fans. Nearly half a century ago, I sat in traffic and had terrible parking only to sit in nosebleeds to watch us lose to San Jose State. I've furiously dialed on the phone to try to get classes on Tele*Bears only to get shut out. I've been hassled by the local colorful characters every time I visit Berkeley's well-textured roads and sidewalks.
Year after year, I hope for the best and am crushed by sub-par performance on the field, court, [not you, Cal watersports], and track. Over and over, you find ways to ensure that I am exposed to challenges that force me to adapt and endure.
And yet, I will not quit. I will not die. I have followed you across the country from Texas, Mississippi, North Carolina, Indiana and other places afar. As I watch my own body whither and lose its once okay-ish power, I will watch us atrophy as struggle to be competitive against once previously deemed lesser teams. But I will persevere. I will learn to love the rivalry of playing against new teams and traveling to new towns that I would have never been scheduled had Cal stayed in a Power 5 conference.
I have to admit - I didn't see this coming and it is diabolically clever attack. But, you have taught me how to smile and have a good time as I roll with your punches.
Cal - I am invincible and you have made me this way.
I am the third generation of my family to be Bears fans. Nearly half a century ago, I sat in traffic and had terrible parking only to sit in nosebleeds to watch us lose to San Jose State. I've furiously dialed on the phone to try to get classes on Tele*Bears only to get shut out. I've been hassled by the local colorful characters every time I visit Berkeley's well-textured roads and sidewalks.
Year after year, I hope for the best and am crushed by sub-par performance on the field, court, [not you, Cal watersports], and track. Over and over, you find ways to ensure that I am exposed to challenges that force me to adapt and endure.
And yet, I will not quit. I will not die. I have followed you across the country from Texas, Mississippi, North Carolina, Indiana and other places afar. As I watch my own body whither and lose its once okay-ish power, I will watch us atrophy as struggle to be competitive against once previously deemed lesser teams. But I will persevere. I will learn to love the rivalry of playing against new teams and traveling to new towns that I would have never been scheduled had Cal stayed in a Power 5 conference.
I have to admit - I didn't see this coming and it is diabolically clever attack. But, you have taught me how to smile and have a good time as I roll with your punches.
YOU CAN'T HURT ME, I'M A CAL BEAR FAN