If you were to show the last two volumes of this paper to a Stanford outsider (and they had the ability to instantly read all of it) they might notice an unusual number of references to the Jacksonville Jaguars. No, this is not because of the NBC’s The Good Place (although Jason Mendoza’s antics have contributed greatly to the visibility of the Jaguars) but rather because I’ve been in charge of the sports section for the past year. I’ve written on the Jaguars a multitude of times, and my teal fandom has equally inspired my sports writers to take as many shots as possible at my team in their writing. Seriously, I edit a lot of them out, but they get pretty mean sometimes. Thanks guys.
Up until recently, I had always maintained that the outcome of a sporting event could not have a directly negative impact on my mood. Sure, bad news about a beloved team could certainly keep a bad day bad, but seeing my team lose would never turn my smile into a frown. I touted this belief publicly, lecturing people about “trusting the process,” seeing the positive light in every loss, the light at every tunnel. When my beloved Jacksonville Jaguars came up short in the AFC Championship game last January, I kept my mood afloat by assuring myself they’d be back next year.
This is not the World Series everybody wanted. A matchup between the Boston Red Sox and Los Angeles Dodgers could not feature two more vintage blueblood franchises. The Dodgers haven’t won in three decades, but they’re still six-time World Series champions – they’re still the team that housed legends like Sandy Koufax, Pee Wee Reese and Jackie Robinson. The Red Sox are no stranger to the limelight and World Series rings either, winning five years ago, with three championships since the year 2000.
After months of preparation since college football officially concluded, the NFL draft finally took place this past weekend, and over 300 hopeful prospects were drafted and signed to professional football teams across the country. During this process, four Stanford Cardinal football players were selected by teams with late round draft picks, while two others were signed after the draft concluded as undrafted free agents (UDFA’s).
I can’t wait for the NFL draft to begin on Thursday. I feel like the draft is an important benchmark in the NFL offseason, remind us “Oh, now I only have to wait four months for football to come back!” But the anticipation of the draft is unavoidable; it is absolutely impossible to miss the hype and mystery surrounding which exciting college prospect your favorite team will add to their squad. Difference making star players, exciting young late-round steals and guys with funny names all make their appearances during draft weekend, and you can bet I’m going to be watching every second.
On Thursday, the Jacksonville Jaguars will unveil their new uniforms. This statement may mean absolutely nothing to you, but to me, it couldn’t be more exciting. Actually, to be completely honest, I’ve been waiting for these uniforms to come out since the day after the Super Bowl; they’d been teased ages ago. I think my anticipation of seeing a jersey that won’t even be worn until August stems partly from the fact that I’m football deprived, and partly from the fact that team jerseys are one of the most unique and representative icons of sports fandom.
Remember that incredible national championship game last Monday? The game where Georgia dominated its storied, historically successful SEC rival for one half of football before a backup, left-handed, Hawaiian quarterback came in for his first game and led Alabama to what should have been a regulation victory were it not for a missed field goal, only to then lead them to an overtime win with an incredible walk-off touchdown? Remember that? Yeah, I totally missed all of that, because the game started at 1 a.m.
Five years ago, Stanford football ended a seven-year bowl drought and began a stretch of dominance that has raised expectations around the program to new heights. At the center of that team was Toby Gerhart ‘10, in his senior season, and Andrew Luck ‘12, the redshirt freshman who was then just the new kid on the block.