I have kissed the Axe. It was probably covered in an uncountable amount of germs (who knows what the Furd kids got up to over a decade), but I planted my lips on it and felt a decade of grief lift away.
Cal fans, I must remind myself constantly, for it still seems we’re in a collective dream. Yes, Chase did run into the endzone and history. Yes, we all did rush Stanford’s own field. Yes, We’ve got the Axe.
Can you ask for any more? When you wake up from a dream, the memories and feelings fade away.