Civil War, 3:45 p.m.

In a couple of hours, we'll be watching Oregon vs. Oregon State, one of the oldest college rivalries in the country. This game's always fun for us, because, well, I went to Oregon; my mom, dad, sister, brother-in-law, and son earned degrees there; and it's local, but... R. went to Oregon State. (It's not like there's much actual hostility around town -- we save that for Washington.)

So Oregon's ranked #10 and yearning to be invited to the Fiesta Bowl, though we were told that having Michigan beat Ohio State would have helped, and that (alas) did not happen. I hope Oregon wins, of course, but I also hope it's fun to watch and that Oregon State's Mike Hass has at least one spectacular play. He's the top receiver in the country, but I don't think anyone outside the state knows it.

Meanwhile, I'm about to eat lunch and do some work on my term paper, which is about the tendency towards dichotomous thinking.

Oregon 56, OSU 14

DH came over. This was a highly entertaining game to watch because of the weather. The fog was so intense that eventually they pretty much gave up on the upper cameras, because the Ducks in their dark green uniforms were nearly invisible, not to mention the football itself. However, watching a football game from field-level cameras is a bit strange -- one touchdown happened when I had no idea how near the Ducks were to the goal line. We pigged out on Doritos, blue tortilla chips, and Jubelale, and later topped ourselves off with pizza.