what if you just started writing
to see what came out?
like clawing up a big rock
that was slunk halfway down
into the damp soil
earthworms, rolly pollies wiggle underneath
not eager to be disturbed.
like excavating a dusty old box
you found in the attic
in the corner, under a pile of photo albums
musty papers, keepsakes, ticket stubs, diplomas
memories
seep out of pores
impossible to arrange back in
the way you found them.
Even though we lost today, it was really great to be able to watch The Big Game from the bay again.
For those who don’t know, I went to Cal for undergrad, and The Big Game is when we play our rival across the bay, Stanfurd. (Football.) Whoever wins gets to have the axe, which is an actual axe that’s been made into a framed trophy of sorts. It has a whole history behind it whose details are fuzzy to me now. At any rate, towards the end of each Big Game, select members of Cal’s Rally Committee (yes those are a thing) gather and face off with members from the ‘Furd to exchange the axe should the noncustodial school win. In my day, I was part of Rally Comm, although I was never one of those select members I mentioned above.
Ah, memories. College was tough, but it was extremely fun. I joked to my parents tonight that watching college football now just makes me feel old and unaccomplished.
Lest I continue rambling…
GO BEARS!
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NaBloPoMo Day 18
Psychobabble 