A couple of weeks ago, a buddy of mine had an extra ticket to the Cal-Oregon game. For those of you who don't follow college football, Oregon was ranked #1 in the country at the time. They have an offense that is scary good, and they've run up the score on more than one team this season. Also, Cal isn't exactly a powerhouse this season. So, the potential for a blowout was definitely there. Put it this way: Oregon was favored by 20 points by the odds makers in Las Vegas.
But surprisingly, the Cal defense hung tough against that vaunted Oregon offense. Now, I'll readily admit that Cal cheated. Still, they played well above their usual level to even keep the game that close. What's more, the Bears (that'd be Cal, for those of you who REALLY don't follow college football) looked like they might take the lead at the start of the fourth quarter.
Couple all of this with the fact that the Bears were playing at home, and the fans in the stadium were getting very excited. The Cal fans, myself included, were being very, very loud, and they were starting to believe that our team might actually pull off the upset. Heck, some of us were starting to throw taunts at the visiting Oregon fans. Not me, of course, I was an innocent bystander in all this. Other people, though, definitely had choice words for the visiting fans.
And then it all came crashing down.
Cal missed a field goal, Oregon got the ball back, and then they ran out the clock. The worst part of it was that the last five minutes or so made it apparent that Oregon was going to win. They steadily chipped away and made sure that they retained possession so that Cal couldn't score on a last-minute miracle. For most of the crowd, it was a letdown, and we watched the last few minutes with far less excitement. The volume definitely dropped, if nothing else.
Well, the volume dropped for most of us. There was one guy in our section that grew more and more excited as the game grew to a close. You see, he had bet on Cal, and Oregon wasn't covering the spread. In essence, he was going to make money, even though Cal was going to lose the game. And to make sure he got the last laugh over the Oregon fans, he made sure they knew it. So, ladies and gentlemen, I present to you what is quite possibly the silliest taunt I have ever heard: "It's all about the moooooney!"
His team was losing, they had blown an opportunity to at least take the lead, but somehow, this was the dagger to the hearts of the opposing team. What's worse, he had a $100 bill in his hands as he said this, and he made sure to hold it up and point it to the Oregon fans. Somehow, he managed to make it even worse. Heck, if he had been robbed right after the game, I wouldn't have been all that surprised.
So, as a service to anyone attending future sporting events, I'm taking this opportunity to politely ask all of you to avoid saying stuff like this like it's the plague. I don't care if you stand to make ten times your life savings; don't do it. If every last person in your section is saying it, too, you ignore the peer pressure. Just don't. My blood pressure thanks you.
But surprisingly, the Cal defense hung tough against that vaunted Oregon offense. Now, I'll readily admit that Cal cheated. Still, they played well above their usual level to even keep the game that close. What's more, the Bears (that'd be Cal, for those of you who REALLY don't follow college football) looked like they might take the lead at the start of the fourth quarter.
Couple all of this with the fact that the Bears were playing at home, and the fans in the stadium were getting very excited. The Cal fans, myself included, were being very, very loud, and they were starting to believe that our team might actually pull off the upset. Heck, some of us were starting to throw taunts at the visiting Oregon fans. Not me, of course, I was an innocent bystander in all this. Other people, though, definitely had choice words for the visiting fans.
And then it all came crashing down.
Cal missed a field goal, Oregon got the ball back, and then they ran out the clock. The worst part of it was that the last five minutes or so made it apparent that Oregon was going to win. They steadily chipped away and made sure that they retained possession so that Cal couldn't score on a last-minute miracle. For most of the crowd, it was a letdown, and we watched the last few minutes with far less excitement. The volume definitely dropped, if nothing else.
Well, the volume dropped for most of us. There was one guy in our section that grew more and more excited as the game grew to a close. You see, he had bet on Cal, and Oregon wasn't covering the spread. In essence, he was going to make money, even though Cal was going to lose the game. And to make sure he got the last laugh over the Oregon fans, he made sure they knew it. So, ladies and gentlemen, I present to you what is quite possibly the silliest taunt I have ever heard: "It's all about the moooooney!"
His team was losing, they had blown an opportunity to at least take the lead, but somehow, this was the dagger to the hearts of the opposing team. What's worse, he had a $100 bill in his hands as he said this, and he made sure to hold it up and point it to the Oregon fans. Somehow, he managed to make it even worse. Heck, if he had been robbed right after the game, I wouldn't have been all that surprised.
So, as a service to anyone attending future sporting events, I'm taking this opportunity to politely ask all of you to avoid saying stuff like this like it's the plague. I don't care if you stand to make ten times your life savings; don't do it. If every last person in your section is saying it, too, you ignore the peer pressure. Just don't. My blood pressure thanks you.
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