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04 January 2007

Back from Phoenix

Happy New Year!

I should be back more regularly now, and hopefully, I'll get caught up with my Poetry Thursday participation. But that'll take care of itself in its own time.

I just returned from Phoenix, feeding one of my interests, Boise State Football. Those of you who've truly followed my blog know that this blog was initially devoted to poetry and Bronco football, all in my attempt to have the least read blog in the blogosphere. I was doing pretty well, too, having received only one comment and eight visits in about six months.

For about the past nine months, after revamping the blog to a poetry-mostly blog, I have steered clear of discussing Boise State football too much. Anyway, I did go to the Fiesta Bowl to cheer on the Broncos' incredible victory over Oklahoma. I went there with Carson, my 17-year-old son, who is a huge Bronco fan, even though he lives in Nashville. This trip was his Christmas from me, and about as good, he got an Ian Johnson jersey and an Ian Johnson-crocheted beanie.

For those of you who don't know, Ian Johnson is the third leading rusher in the country; his nickname is "Hollywood," precisely because he is so not Hollywood: soft spoken, intelligent, unassuming, and genuinely humble. IJ's hobby has been to crochet beanies, but because his fame rose this season, the NCAA put a cabash on him selling his beanies (because his $15 beanies could easily be exploited for profit from his fame on the football field). Needless to say, Carson caught the attention from Bronco fans at the tailgate and game because he was wearing a genuine IJ beanie. We saw two other Bronco fans (some 25,000 were at the game) so happily hatted.

I also met my old college roommate, Mike. He's the fellow on the right. Mike flew down from Boise with a colleague on the day of the game, and it was a genuine treat to tag up with him, however briefly.

And we spent a good deal of time with my sister and her husband, Carolyn and Lynn. We spent the day before the game with them, generally doing the tourist thing and eating some really fine seafood, of all things, in Scottsdale. Yes, we were decked out in the proper Bronco gear, a pretty hideous mix of orange and blue.

Anyway, the last Bronco game Carson and I went to was last year's infamous game to Georgia, where the Broncos lost their opening game on the national stage, 48-13. The Broncos this year went undefeated, winning the WAC and beating Oregon State and Utah in convincing fashion. This earned them a berth to one of the BCS bowls, something mocked as an "affirmative action" or "politically correct" slot given to a qualifying nonBCS team. They were matched up against a very hot and dominant Oklahoma team, the champions of the Big 12, who were bolstered by the return of their all-Everything runningback, Adrian Peterson.

You know the rest, if you're still reading this entry. Boise State won, 43-42 in overtime, in what has been labeled as one of the greatest college football games ever by some reputable sports journalists. I know many of my regular readers won't get this at all, and I do understand, especially with the perverse and distressing centrality sports culture enjoys in American society. Even so, I remember when I used to play beneath the bleachers in the old wooden Bronco stadium (it was replaced in 1970), and my fahter had been a season ticket holder since the Boise Junior College days of the 1950s.

My brother, who was unable to attend the game, sent me an e-mail, telling me how my mother cried when "Z" threw the pick that allowed Oklahoma to go up by a touchdown with just over a minute left in the game. And then how my whole family was standing by the television, and how my mother had to steady my father back to his chair after Ian Johnson scored on what will be known as THE Statue of Liberty play for the two-point conversion. My brother told me how my parents were just smiling at one another. For us folks from Boise, this game was no small potatoes.

3 Comments:

At 9:53 PM, Blogger January said...

Well, I love the Boston Red Sox probably as much as you love Boise State Football. But that's where the sports similarities end.

Good thing we have poetry to keep us going.

Welcome back, and Happy New Year!

 
At 11:16 PM, Blogger jim said...

Yes, I note some BoSox love in your postings now and then. You know, of course, that the Red Sox have their spring training in my neck of the woods (nifty little City of Palms Stadium in Fort Myers).

 
At 10:17 PM, Anonymous Dana said...

I am not so much a sports person. I am, as you know, more of a poetry person. I did grow up in Norman, Oklahoma, though, with a bunch of screaming, freaky, rabid Sooners fans driven to the brink of insanity by their love for OUs sports teams (e.g., my family members) so I've been trained to pay attention when people talk about sporting events that include Oklahoma. So, here's what I picked up on in this post:

Poetry Thursday ... poetry ... victory over Oklahoma ... Oklahoma team ... Oklahoma.

Oh yes, and I looked at the pictures. I always look at pictures.

;)

 

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