I made a decision to not shave this morning before the game.  This is unusual for me, I'm a clean cut guy and no one likes a neck beard.

But following the victory, I now understand that the decision is entirely responsible.  To commemorate this, I will be growing a "Victory Beard."  I will not shave again until the Cougars lose.  The brave are welcome to join me.

I realize we don't play for 3 weeks, which should only make it more glorious.

As a football season filled with despair approaches its inglorious conclusion and dreams of March and a magical basketball season start to manifest-I thought it was time to reflect on what Cougar sports can mean in our lives.  Four years ago, I sat down to make a decision about what university to attend.  I was raised a Coug, I bleed crimson, I live and I die with the success and failures of Washington state athletics just like my father; nothing could take precedent over Cougar game days.  If only choosing a school was as easy as rooting for one.  After weighing academics, logistics, family concerns and all the other complexities that permeate our modern lives-I made a dread decision.

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