“There’s no ‘Z’ in Boise” (ain’t no W either)

Here’s the thing about Boise: if you’ve read about how it’s been the fastest growing city in the US for three years running, and tons of big companies are moving there, bringing an influx of money and youth, and it’s a low-key progressive city in a historically hyper-conservative region and they have a great downtown bar scene with a ton of great breweries, well, to be honest, there’s good chance you could be a bit underwhelmed.

BUT… if you were unaware of all the above narratives and your only knowledge of the city is that it’s the capital of Idaho and there’s a big, blue football field… well then holy shit what a fun surprise this city is pretty cool!

Last Friday, a few of my friends and I met in beautiful, luxurious San Diego Airport Terminal 1 for a trip up to The City Of Trees. Fun geography fact: Boise is essentially straight north of San Diego! Just a 0.9587 Longitude difference! I find that interesting and I demand you do too. A two hour flight but a one hour timezone difference just to make things exotic.

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Barry™ – an origin story

If you’ve spent much time around SDSU Twitter over the past year or so, you may have seen the term “Barry” floating around. What does this mean? Who is this man? Why is he from La Mesa? Where in God’s name did he get his fashion sense?

Before we get into all that, let me take you back to one of the first pieces I ever wrote for this here content optimization funnel.

The year was 2016 (approximately 7 years after I defeated Kawhi Leonard at beer pong) and the recap of my trip to Chicago / Dekalb, Ill. for the NIU game included a note about how SDSU fans are — at at the risk of being mildly over-dramatic — some of the worst people on the face of the Earth.

Then there are the guys in this shirt that will not go two minutes without telling you how much money they donate to the Aztec Club or dishing out some veiled racism regarding Winston Shepard.

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Pride, nostalgia, passion, nausea, heartburn, indigestion, upset stomach, diarrhea, hope: A Las Vegas weekend recap

I was going to write this either way. Win or lose.

Every year in March I go to the Mountain West Conference Basketball tournament in Las Vegas. My friends and I always have a good time drinking excessively, gambling recklessly and acting obnoxiously as we cheer for San Diego State. It makes for decent #content and is a nice way for me to recap the weekend as I pound kale smoothies on the following Monday, desperately trying to apologize to my body for the hell I put it through.

(You can read about last year’s trip here.)

But before we get to this past weekend, let’s go back a few months to the beginning of the 2017-18 basketball season. After three straight years of significant regression, I implored the SDSU basketball team to “Teach me to love again.

When this season began in November, I could barely get myself excited enough to read a Mark Zeigler practice update (which is good because he blocked me on Twitter so I don’t know when they’re posted anyway). But here we are in March, and folks, I AM EXTREMELY BACK.

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Game Recap: Aztecs play pretty well in big road game, lose

Our favorite men’s college basketball team played a match against fellow Mountain West title-hopefuls Boise State tonight. As a 29-year-old unmarried white male, I will express my feelings on the subject the only way I know how: Simpsons references.

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A Bowl Season Rooting Guide for Aztec fans

Guns up or whatever.

So the football regular season didn’t go the way we expected. For better and for worse.

The San Diego State football team started the year 6-0, including wins against pretty good ASU and NIU and an upset of a Stanford team that went on to win the Pac-12 North.

Then what happened?

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Love (Lost) And Basketball

There are essentially two generations of San Diego State sports fans. There are those who remember watching Marshall Faulk play, and those who came after.

(OK I guess there is a third group who remembers cheering on the San Diego Normal School Wampus Cats, but they’re also pushing 100 and hopefully doing something better than reading this blog.)

My point is, if you’re part of the post-Faulk era, like I am, odds are you fell in love with the Aztecs the same way I did: the men’s basketball team.

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The dream endures

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It sucks to lose.

It sucks to lose and blow a chance at an undefeated season.

It sucks to lose when the community appears to be finally getting excited about a team at a crucial point in the program’s history.

It sucks to lose to a rival after your team spent all week chirping about how this game was personal and clearly more important than any other opponent.

It really sucks when a universally-beloved super fan passes away and the last time he saw the scoreboard it showed his team on the short end of a 31-14 drubbing.

And it sucks we were denied the #PotatoTears we so long for.

But here we are. This week sucked. But the rest of the year is far from lost.

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An ode to a somehow unsung quarterback

Not pictured: Christian Chapman

It’s been four days since our beloved Aztecs took down Stanford, giving the SDSU football program arguably their biggest win ever and at least one dude two broken ankles.

But it’s time to move on to Air Force.

[rewatches entire final drive again]

Can’t dwell on the past anymore.

[sends nine more tweets about the environment Saturday night]

We need to focus on the goal ahead of us.

[delivers flowers to Kameron Kelly’s mom]

Ok screw it let’s talk about it some more. Specifically, let’s talk about one of the most underappreciated players on the team: the fucking quarterback.

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