From a Stanford guy to a Cal guy, I’ll miss you, Marshawn — so long, and thanks for the memories. You keep doing you.
Marshawn Lynch is just “all about that action, boss.” He’s also thankful that you asked. And just here so that he won’t get fined. And sometimes, he’s quite simply “yeah.”
Watching this Sunday’s Super Bowl, I was shocked by the vehemence of the insults that flew through the room as the game unfolded. “Kill him,” yelled one admittedly hammered Patriots fan as Russell Wilson dropped back to pass. “Break his leg,” he yelled as Marshawn Lynch broke off another five yard rush.
Take a second to imagine that you’re 21 years old and a captain of the Stanford football team. You’ve started in two Rose Bowls, and by all accounts, NFL draft experts have you projected to be selected as high as the third round in the upcoming draft (for reference, that’s about a four-year, three million dollar…
Sunday was a big day for Stanford’s big guys around the NFL. Coby Fleener ’11 caught four passes for 69 yards and a touchdown, Zach Ertz ’13 snagged two passes for 58 yards, Jim Dray ’10 grabbed five passes for 31 yards and Levine Toilolo ’13 recorded his first NFL reception for a 4-yard gain in an eventful week for former Stanford tight ends.
A female acquaintance recently asked me why I followed sports. Initially flustered by the elementary nature of the question, I replied with a measure of desperation, “Well, why do you read?”