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‘Tis the (Fan) Season

By Steven A. Smith

WARNING: The column that follows contains embarrassing, potentially humiliating personal information. Do not read if you regularly watch Hallmark Channel romance movies or HGTV makeover shows.

In my world there are five seasons: Fall, winter, spring, summer, and football. And when it comes to college football, I am a one-team fan. No surprise to those who know me, that team would be the University of Oregon Ducks. The “fighting Ducks,” whose logo features Donald and whose mascot is unofficially named “Puddles,” though his official name is simply “the Duck.”

I have been a Ducks fan since 1958 when I watched the team lose a close game to Ohio State in the Rose Bowl. I was 8 years old and living in Portland, so had no close connection to the university at that point. But I liked the team’s name.

And I have been a fan — read total fanatic — ever since, especially after we moved to Eugene in 1960.

Being a Ducks fan was mostly an exercise in frustration and despair for much of my life. It would be 36 years before the team returned to the Rose Bowl. I was there in 1994 when they were trounced by Penn State.

There were a few high points. I was sports editor of the student newspaper when NFL Hall of Famer Dan Fouts was quarterback. I had taken my grandfather to the game in Portland where Fouts threw his first college pass. That game was the last thing I ever did with my grandfather who died a short time later.

I covered Bobby Moore, a Duck tailback and receiver before he became an NFL and TV star as Ahamad Rashad. I remember going into the locker room after one game just in time to see Moore remove his helmet, releasing the largest, most impressive afro I had ever seen.

I was in Autzen Stadium for the first game played there, in September 1967, a loss to Colorado before an unimpressive opening day crowd. Nowadays it is hard to get a ticket to the 54,000-capacity stadium.

Inflatable Oregon Duck on Steve Smith’s porch/Steve Smith – SpokaneFāVS

I watched countless Oregon-Oregon State games, called the “Civil War” until last year when both schools agreed to drop the title. A new name for the rivalry has yet to emerge.

I was there for the “fog bowl,” played in a mist so thick no one could see the field, including the stadium and broadcast announcers. Fortunately, I was not in attendance for the 1983 game, a 0-0 tie played in a driving rainstorm, and forever known as the “toilet bowl.”

I forced my infant son to watch Duck games, possibly a form of child abuse. Later, when he was about 10 and my daughter 6, as the Ducks were playing in the Cotton Bowl, my screaming the f-word as Colorado built 38-6 lead caused my wife to snatch the kids from my side and flee the house.

Things improved after that game. Phil Knight, an Oregon alumnus and Nike chief, began to pour money into the program, hundreds of millions of dollars over the years. Games started to have meaning, which made fan angst even worse. Losses began to really matter even as the wins piled up. The Ducks actually made the national championship game in 2010. I cried when they clinched the bid by beating Oregon State. I cried again when they lost to Auburn and quarterback Cam Newton. They made it to the title game again in 2014, losing to Ohio State. But quarterback Marcus Mariota won the Heisman trophy and became an Oregon legend. Appearances in the big bowls have become expected if not routine.

And my devotion – an unreasoning fanness – only grew more intense.

A journalist can never shy away from the truth, so here are the details, humiliating to be sure.

  • I can handle a game in person. The stadium environment keeps me steady. But at home I am a hot mess. My dear Carla, who is herself a huge Duck fan, would leave the room, furious, when I started to throw TV tantrums at the least setback. And my language…
  • To cope, a good friend provided some anti-anxiety meds. One pill an hour before kickoff followed by a couple of stiff drinks, keeps my game watching bearable for wife and guests. I considered this solution humiliating until talking to another fan who uses the same strategy. He too kept it a secret to avoid embarrassment. Then I heard from yet another. I am thinking this is actually pretty common.
  • I own just about every piece of Duck ephemera imaginable. My wardrobe includes countless t-shirts, sweatshirts, hats, socks, shoes. You name it I own it. And as fast as I give away the old stuff some family member or friend will give me something new. Oh, they know me by name at the Duck store in Eugene.
  • I own a giant stuffed duck, kown around the house as “Big G—damned Duck,” or simply “BGD,” and posed before every Duck game, the pictures posted to social media. He is devastated when we lose. (Note the use of “we” to describe the team as if I am a player rather than a couch-potato fan.)
  • Last year Carla bought me a giant inflatable duck for the front porch. The neighbors hate me.
  • I fly the Duck flag. I have custom license plates and a Duck sticker on my car. I tell time by a Duck wristwatch and my ringtone is the school fight song (I still clap along). I cover my recliner with a Duck seat cover. I own the world’s best rain/snow slicker, Duck design, of course. My BBQ equipment is Duck stainless, and I have a Duck apron. My barware is all Duck all the time. And I own two (count ‘em, two!) ceramic Duck jack ‘o lanterns.

And I am a fat 71-year-old man who gets this worked up over a game played by 18-year-olds. Sick, isn’t it?

What, you may ask, does this have to do with FāVS?

Well, in August, when my team begins fall practice, fan life is all about faith. Hopes have yet to be dashed. Stars have yet to fall. I may not be spiritual in the religious sense, but in August, I am a man of faith, a supplicant at the pigskin altar, a Phil Knight acolyte. There is no truer religion.

But check back toward the end of December when the season has been played and the state of my 2022 mental health has been determined.

Until then, “Go Ducks!”

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Steven A Smith
Steven A Smith
Steven A. Smith is clinical associate professor emeritus in the School of Journalism and Mass Media at the University of Idaho having retired from full-time teaching at the end of May 2020. He writes a weekly opinion column. Smith is former editor of The Spokesman-Review in Spokane, Washington. As editor, Smith supervised all news and editorial operations on all platforms until his resignation in October 2008. Prior to joining The Spokesman-Review, Smith was editor for two years at the Statesman Journal in Salem, Oregon, and was for five years editor and vice president of The Gazette in Colorado Springs, Colorado. He is a graduate of the Northwestern University Newspaper Management Center Advanced Executive Program and a mid-career development program at Duke University. He holds an M.A. in communication from The Ohio State University where he was a Kiplinger Fellow, and a B.S. in journalism from the University of Oregon.

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