Dire crackpot predictions aside, the world is fraught with uncertainty. Rogue states, terrorists, angry polar bears swimming to nowhere or mating in desperation with brown bears, earthquakes, hurricanes, floods, birds dropping out of the sky, every day there is a fresh disaster and another dire portent. Boise State cracks the Top Ten--all of it together makes you wonder when the Mayan clock will sound the last note of despair, or chaos will triumph completely over the fragile order.
In my last breath before the blinding flash of light, I'll regret I never lived to see the Ducks win a national championship. They came close, within a twisted knee in '07, within a couple of busted drives and an illegal motion penalty in Glendale this past January. Like Cub fans, we'll die with the whisper of the curse on our lips, just short of paradise, just shy of knowing that hope and belief are stronger than the cruel hands of an unblockable defensive tackle or the hooves and horns of a vengeful goat.
We all dodged a bullet of dogmatic certainty in New Zealand. They're across the International Dateline, and the supper time deadline has passed. But who knows if the next dire pronouncement has more weight of logic or dumb luck.
I'm just hoping this fragile, weary space-lost bulb lasts through 2012, when the Ducks have their best chance ever of winning it all. I want to see that before the lifetime of too many brownies and too much bacon has its revenge. I'm just kidding, mostly. In truth I'd settle for one Rose Bowl trophy, before my ticket gets punched for the undiscovered country.
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