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Nov. 5, 2004 Arrrrrggggghhhh!!!!!!! It's Halloween and time once again for an update to the Husky Diary. For those of you who dare to continue...those of you Odysseus like souls who see the name Styx and think not of the rock and roll band but rather the river of hate that runs through Hades, please continue. If fear and strangeness coarse through your veins than please, please read on. This is a very haunted version of what you've come to expect. What was that you say? Oh, trick or treat? No need to be timid my quivering guest. Yes, I'm sure you will not leave my door step empty handed. So come in, come in, immerse yourself in the words of darkness. Immerse yourself in the world of a Husky Halloween... When we flew into California everything seemed normal. People were wearing shorts in October, smog reduced visibility beyond a quarter mile, and the same man who starred in Last Action Hero was still in complete control of the state. We snagged our luggage at the baggage claim and then proceeded to pile into our preferred mode of transportation: the minivan. Believe it or not the minivan has become somewhat of an uncool‚ vehicle. Many -has been- young people (could also read old people if you're under 25) now prefer the SUV. They're in denial. What they don't understand is that no one sees a Ford Explorer today and thinks wow, that person must be from the country where they need a four wheel drive off road vehicle that is capable not only of hauling fire wood but can also carry 6 people. A Ford Explorer today means hey there goes another soccer mom. There's no secret people! The SUV is the 21st centuries version of the minivan. Yes, I'm sorry to say, even if your Expedition is sitting on twenty-two's your bumpin' along in a mom-mobile. So our minivans rolled on in all their glory. Screeching to a halt we pulled up at the Sheraton Inn in Palo Alto. Not a bad place by the looks of it. After unloading the vans we filed into the lobby and set our bags on the floor. Strange, no one was at the desk. In fact, no one was in the lobby at all. The Maestro of Montlake, our beloved Dean Wurzberger (I'm sorry, by now I should not have to specify) got on his cell phone to figure out what was going on. We stood there in silence as the phone at the front desk rang. It rang over and over and yet still, no one answered. Breaking the silence Casey Armstrong informed Dean that there were thirteen room keys lying on the counter top. Next to the keys was a room list. In probably one of Dean's worst decisions as head coach (I can say this because I'm a senior!). He passed out the keys and told us not to worry. We would have a meeting in one hour to discuss the game that we faced the next day. Jordan Jennings and I walked down the empty hallway toward our room. When we got there the door was open. Not all the way, but slightly cracked as if someone had carefully placed it that way. Thinking nothing of it I waltzed into the room. I call close bed! As I threw my bag down in the entrance way I stopped short of belly-flopping onto the bed. Someone was already laying down. I shook the homeless looking man. Please, don't tell them I am here...they'll...they'll...take me out. His last words over, the man closed his eyes- he would never see another smoggy, California dawn. Jordan and I rolled the man out of our room and turned on the T.V. Is there any college football on tonight? Jordan asked. Oh yeah, it's Thursday, there's always a Thursday game. After a quarter of football we headed down to Dean's room. On the way there, we saw a message on the wall. It was written in blood. Can you read that Jordan? I think I can make out the word dawg- you'd think if you were writing something in your own blood you'd be a little more articulate! Finally, at Dean's room, we knocked on the door. There was no answer. We knocked again. No answer again. Worried now, I had Jordan kick down the door. In the room we saw our whole team, coaches, and even our trainer Kathy Thompson sitting silently. Welcome my fellow Huskies‚ Eric Blythe said. You have made it. Our you prepared for our time? This last questioned was asked by Kathy. Our time? I asked. Yes, it is time for the Huskies to seize the Pac 10 ring! The whole team chilling said this at once. I remember pleading with them. We don't need violence! Please, Jordan, talk some sense into these rabid creatures! I'm with them Joe, it is time. All in the Pac 10 must suffer! Before I could react to this they were on me like dogs (dawgs). Violently they seized me and then all was quiet...all was serene...all was perfect. We showed up to the game thirty minutes before kick-off. We knew we would beat the Cardinal- and we did. After nearly ninety minutes Jeff Hoover got the game winning goal off of a Will Flanagan cross. We also knew we would lose to Cal Berkeley. We didn't like it- but for the greater good we knew we needed to take the loss. This Friday night your Huskies play UCLA. I guess you could say we're ready. In fact, there's something inside us...something untamable. UCLA being one of the last obstacles between us and our Pac 10 ring‚ I'm sure you will witness a feast! Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha!
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