LOS ANGELES (GMC) -- The pandemic has been hard. I don't want to trivialize the deep emotional losses suffered by millions around the world who mourn the deaths of loved ones, nor the immeasurable economic impact that will likely be felt for years to come, but there is a spectrum of loss that even the most fortunate among us have felt.
High school seniors missed their proms, young couples postponed weddings, new grandparents waited months to hold their grandchildren. All of us have experienced losses like that, inconveniences that mean the world in the correct context, small things we feel guilty about missing in comparison to all the big things.
One of the things on my spectrum of loss has been Stanford football. Sure, the games were on television last year, but as I watched Stanford's improbable comeback win over UCLA in the Rose Bowl last December just 24 miles from my house, all I could think about was this: I should've been there.
Even so, after enduring the debacle against Kansas State the Saturday before, I was hesitant about this week's game. Did I really want to drive out to the Coliseum for a 7:30 game? Did I want to sit in a sea of delirious Trojan fans for four hours and get home after midnight? And most importantly -- could I stand to watch the Cardinal get crushed by USC?
But as game day got closer, I began to feel the pull. David Shaw named Tanner McKee as the starting quarterback, and my optimism spiked. The oddsmakers might have installed the Trojans as 17-point favorites, but that only meant one thing to me -- I knew that if I stayed home and ended up watching a Stanford upset from the ignominy of my couch, I would be furious with myself. So I bought two tickets, dug my Stanford shoes out from under the bed (I have Stanford shoes!), and my son and I headed out.