'twas the night before sungod

Insomnia strikes again. I can't decide if i cant sleep because of sungod, or rather because of nationals as it inches closer and closer. Game 1 vs stanford. Bright and early next friday. I can already picture chasing a scardato cutting deep for a tom james huck. I can hear will chen calling his lines. I can see Colin marking up on me. I am so restless.

School has been very busy and I am considering tapering the degree of craziness tomorrow. In truth, I just have so much I have to do. I just finished a report I have to turn in for a research scholarship I received last summer. I should be learning my vocabulary for my german class I have this morning. Yet, I find myself nostalgic of how sungod used to be like and what I used to do each year. Freshmen year, I awoke at 8:00 to a Gred and a Zaius heckling in the common room of my dormitory. They made me shotgun and got me high in the stairwell of Argo. I still made it to 9:00 Humanities. I remember a great sober concert with cypress hill smoking on stage. Sophomore year, I spent the entire night constructing the Kiss Kiss Beng Beng junkyard car, woke up and got drunk/high at 7, went to 8:00 ochem, raced the vehicle down peterson hill, passed out, woke up, drank more, went to class with someone, passed out, woke up, and drank more, got high, and found myself the next morning with 19 black tally marks on my arm (which was less than the person I was trying to match drink for drink). Third year consisted of laying out for frisbees at the slip and slide establishment at Sungod lawn, a bottle of port, smoking at the rooftop of Mandler hall, and a close 911 emergency call.

Pool D: Virginia (4), Stanford (5), Michigan (9), California-San Diego(16) and Minnesota (20)

Vs. Stanford.
We met at Sean Ryan back during Fall quarter and I remember actually playing quite well against them. Our squad was Biel-less and consisted of numerous fish whom I haven't seen since the start of the season. That game, I recall a Dibsy playing the entire game. Personally, I got burned by Steve twice when I guarded him, including one where I managed to catch up, only to be skied in the endzone. I remember helping Cork get a D with sweet upline defense. I also caused Colin to twist his ankle when i was trying to squirrel open in the backfield. We had kept up with Stanford and had a 2 break lead, 1 point away from half and I remember them sacking up, getting their breaks back, and eventually taking half. They never trailed the rest of the game. Strangely, I also remember a drunk Dollar passed out on the sideline. Also of note, Roget was on the sidelines, with his emo moptop hair. I think the final score was 11-13 or something along those lines. After the game/tournament, I remember I was extremely impressed by the work ethic and discipline of Bloodthirsty and realizing how badly our team needed that. Enter Kevin Stuart.

Vs. Minnesota
Got owned by these guys 15-3 at centex. First game I show up for at Centex. See previous post about getting kicked off flight. Pumba breaks his nose. We suck and turn it over near our goal a few times. We also tried to force things in Zone O. Down 8-2 at the half. Stuarts pissed. We matched up well with this team but we just couldn't throw in the wind. This game was the worst loss of the season, until we lost to mama during the regional finals. And why? Wind. Wind. Wind.

Vs. Michigan.
Will Neff for Callahan? That guys a beast. I've played against Michigan at 2008 Centex. Don't remember much other than a bunch of white dudes with mustaches and Mohawks. I remember turning it over on a huck to Hutch. We lose 15-9 or something like that.

Vs. Virginia.
So...they won the AC region...leaving brodie and the gators at home. harhar.