Being a Bad Alumni Fanboy
Not going to make it for the Crew Classic finals on Sunday this year, though I still hope to get out there Saturday to cheer for Cal during the prelims. I’ll miss being able to hit the alumni tent. Haven’t made it for the finals for a few years now, and I’m starting to feel like a slacker.
Hopefully the timing will work out better next year. The Bears don’t come this far south for very many sports, and I don’t get north, especially during the college sports seasons, nearly as often as I’d like to.
The annual Crew Classic in Mission Bay is in a little over a week.
In previous years I would’ve been all excited by now. Cute rowers and alumni fanboy stuff, all with great snacks. Now the finals are in the morning instead of after lunch, and the demon alcohol is banished to special areas by Nanny Diego. Last year I missed the finals while waiting for Randy to fly home from a judging gig, and this year I’m just kinda feeling ‘meh’ about the whole thing. I’ll probably go, but having trouble getting excited about it, and probably open to other offers (hint, hint).
Time once again for an alumni fanboy weekend, courtesy of the San Diego Crew Classic.
Feel free to browse the galleries and enjoy some fuzzy retrospective moments until the real event starts this weekend.
Feeling Blue Is A Good Thing
Had a great weekend with the alums cheering for Cal at the Crew Classic. Not much to write up: Great food, Cal’s men won four races outright and was the only boat with the balls to take on the Olympic Team in an exhibition race, and for whatever reason, Cal’s women did not travel to the event this year.
Getting All Blue
Psyched for an alumni fan boy weekend. Randy will be out of town being judgmental, but I’ll be spending Sunday down at Mission Bay cheering for Cal Crew. Once again the very cool local Cal alums are hosting a tent and it should be as good as ever, despite the city’s paternalistic attitude about alcohol on the beach.
I missed last year due to an opportunity to head to Vegas (and watch Randy be judgmental), but definitely looking forward to heading back down this year. It’s always fun to watch the Bears win.
Local Tradition Falters
Finally coming to the realization that next weekend I’m going to miss my first Crew Classic since I moved to San Diego in 2001. I arrived too late in the year for the 2001 regatta, but made it in ’02, ’03, ’04, ’05, ’06, ’07, and ’08. It’s not a bad thing necessarily – we’re going to be in Vegas and I’m sure we’ll have a great time. Just a bit of sadness at missing an opportunity to hang out with the alums and cheer at a sport where Cal usually does really well. It’s been kind of a symbolic start of spring for me (the first weekend of April) and the local alums always host a great tent.
Things are a bit backed up around here. Pretty much every day I’m either hurting or I’m drowsy from the drugs that make me not hurt. Damn tendons. Neither option helps productivity, though the essential things are going out the door. Desperately need a sanity swim or twelve, but then I’d be hurting worse and I don’t need that at this point.
Settling for vicarious exercising as a stop-gap measure. Diego runs around the dog park until he’s tired, and I get to call it exercise because I’m at the park.
Also got a lot of vicarious exercise at the Crew Classic Sunday. There was tough competition, so Cal didn’t win as much as they normally do, but the local alums ran an amazing brunch tent. Nice place to sit and catch up with friends and grab a snack between races. The camera got a workout too, but I’ve been too busy to finish going through the photos and finish captioning the gallery. Sometime soon.
Catching My Breath
Still letting the mind digest last night’s return of Battlestar, and trying to sort out some thoughts from attending this morning’s taping of KPBS’ Envision San Diego. Both are taking a back seat though to catching some quality naptime with Diego and being psyched for tomorrow’s Crew Classic.
Sliding Down From Here
Early court appearances lead to long, long days, but it’s been a good day. Lots got done, and now that hump day is over I’m ready slide into Crew Classic weekend, always a good time. Even better since the alums are comping my admission in exchange for some photography.
The Bears Are Coming
One of my gripes about San Diego is that the city is really good at promoting huge for-profit sports franchises, and really horrible about promoting the countless other sports and cultural events around town. In my gut I think it’s true of most cities, but now that I’m in my seventh year here I notice it more than I have anywhere else. That comes with being professionally homeless (a term from the Foreign Service days) for so long – no long-term memory of the annual events and not enough time to find all the hidden treasures.
So even though it was on my calendar, it was great to have the local alums remind me last night about the upcoming Crew Classic regatta. Not that I would have forgotten, but they were using my photographs from last year’s regatta in their plea for housing for the visiting athletes, and the ego boost from that helped brighten the morning.
Weather permitting, April 6th will be my seventh Crew Classic. My first was in 2002 and I haven’t missed one since. The alumni tents, particularly Cal’s, are first rate venues to relax and catch up, with occasional walks to the shore to yell and cheer when the good races are on. The competition brings together the best collegiate rowers in the county in spring weather that only San Diego can offer. Still not sure? Check out the photos from 2004, 2005, 2006 and 2007. Even though San Diego’s not going to promote it, we will. Come join the thousands of fans, have a beer and some meat off the grill, and watch the races.