post 111: Destiny is a pole dancer's name.

To win your rivalry game by a score like 65-38 is a beautiful thing, because some jerks who think they own the state need to be reminded on occasion that they're just renters.

Even the good fans of Oregon Agricultural College -- and, being a native Oregonian, I have many friends who maintain that status despite their allegiance to that alleged institution -- were getting a little full of themselves over the last few weeks. It was hard to walk the streets of Salem without hearing the word "DESTINY", or seeing it on a newspaper cover, or reading it on purportedly independent media sites. The Beaver "Nation" had moved beyond delusional right into the Destiny Hotel. 

So, it had to hurt. And it was especially nice to see my team add a little extra sand to the vaseline.

And, amazingly, for all the years of suckitude the barkrats hung on their fans, those 27 straight losing seasons, their hard-to-shake laughingstock status, they had never in 114 years of football given up as many points in a game as they did today. Or as many yards. 

So, OAC, here's hoping you enjoy your trip to El Paso this holiday season.

This all proves again that it is impossible to "control your own destiny" -- if it's destined to happen, YOU can't control it -- the way Oregon stomped the barkrats like a narc at a biker rally, with the help of some timely picks, is a reminder that, ultimately, Destiny chooses its victims of torment in a random and unpredictable fashion (Warning: NSFW.)