I noticed the girl in front of me in line to get on the plane last Monday had green nail polish on. It was kind of a medium, creamy green. I have to admit I was a little jealous—I was just wearing sparkles on my fingernails which suddenly seemed really boring.
It wasn’t until Barrett said something that I discovered that it wasn’t just the girl’s nails that were green—almost everyone else getting on our flight was in green from head to toe with some yellow thrown in for good measure. I don’t know if I would have noticed this on my own or not, but once he pointed it out, it made me worry that we’d somehow gotten mixed up in some sort of cult thing.
This is when I discovered two things:
1) Oregon has a football team
2) This team was playing that very day in Phoenix
It was some sort of cult thing.
I’m not sure how I missed that Oregon has a football team, although I probably wouldn’t have known that UW-Madison had one and we lived there for ten years or so. I might have missed Madison’s team too if we hadn’t spent some time living so close to the stadium that we would get woken up at the crack of dawn on Saturdays by “Jump Around” when the tailgating started next door followed by the roar of the stadium shaking our house.
Here I thought we’d left that all behind, only to discover that not only does Oregon have a football team, but that we were going to be sharing a city with its fans. Phoenix might seem plenty big, but competition for a decent hotel room or pizza delivery was fierce.
We survived.
Mostly due to our uncanny pizza sleuthing and sleeping-despite-screaming-fans abilities.
News was on the so-so side at the cancer center. The torturous experiment did some good on the old liver, but not so much for the rest of the cancer. So I’m stepping it up with a couple of new drugs and we’ll see how that goes.
Love to you all,
Bridget
We actually have two football teams (more than that, really, I don’t want to confuse you). The other one wears orange and black. We don’t talk about them.
I think of the sports pages like the want ads- the part of the paper you immediately discard.
Hope the new drugs kick cancer’s butt but not yours.
Sorry it was not better news for the rest of the cancer. I am praying for you and a much better result with these new fancy-pants drugs.
Last year I remember lots of people talking about the “Civil War”, which I guess was some rivalry between two Oregon teams of some sort? Being new to Portland, I thought they were all talking about the Ken Burns documentary & that the entire city was obsessed with PBS.
Wishing you healthy thoughts!