I can't take any credit for this one. The wife was feeling sick and a bit dizzy, I was depleted, and I came to the realization: it's not on me to win or lose this thing. For better or worse, it's not my Axe.
So I gave it back to Cal to win or lose it, finished my mescal at the tailgate, and we headed home.
And Cal rewarded our faith with a 34-28 win and Shane Vereen's heroic night.
I'm not going to go out there Monday morning and blow my cover. But I'm not above fetching a cheap shirt from the bookstore and marking it up to read "BEAT *BY* CAL."
ROLL ON YOU BEARS!!!!
