No, it’s not time for a throwback history lesson, but I do realize this comment confuses many people. One of my friends last year responded to my cheers with, “What? Oh… you mean football.”
The Civil War is between Oregon State University (Go Beavs!) and the University of Oregon (Stupid Ducks). The locale of the game trades off each year between Corvallis and Eugene. I was only able to attend one Civil War game, my freshman year. Maybe it’s better that I have one perfect memory, but I was pretty annoyed that my junior year the Civil War was on Thanksgiving weekend for TV coverage reasons. I didn’t think ditching my family for a football game was the best idea.
That one Civil War I attended was amazing, though. Sometimes there is the magic that comes from the freshman year dorm, if you’re lucky. We had a huge group from different floors who were friends, and we all gathered in a parking lot in the cold to tailgate and barbecue and drink discreetly (shh, don’t tell!). It was such a fun experience, and I think it sealed my love for OSU football, because having school spirit and cheering on your team with strangers who are just as enthusiastic as you is so exhilarating. I’m sure it helped that we also won the Civil War that year.
Living in New York, there are a surprising number of OSU grads and football enthusiasts. I went to a few bar gatherings last season, and brought Collin along for his
loving obliging support.
For the Civil War last year we wound up in a tiny dive in the East Village, full of mostly Duck fans and free pizza. The game was depressing but the Duck fan were surprisingly friendly. Collin has a Duck in his family, but I think I have a little more clout to turn him in to a Beaver fan. Or really, he just has no choice.
This year it’s an afternoon game, so in a few hours Collin and I will be heading to our favorite west coast style bar, Pacific Standard, to get our cheering on. GOOOO BEAVS!
OOOOO SSSSS UUUUU
Fight Fight Fight!