Terry Did This

Nine oh four on a Saturday and I am loitering at Peet’s, the one with the Greg Brown nun and plane, and if you see me at the Gunn 50th you may note that I am wearing the same green knit golf shirt I wore last night at the game. Oops.

I hope to shower between then and the Stanford game, to which I am going thanks to a re-gifted gift from the Rothsteins and the Libolts. (The tickets say “$0.0” so I guess there is no FPPC paper work, right?). Actually I am either taking one, two or the third Rothstein (#40) or returning the tickets so that one of the three combo’s therein can see our tax dollars at work.

I wrote 50 dirty jokes in honor of Gunn 50 and KRON’s Janelle Wang. Not sure I will have nerve to ask her whether, if I read this at a comedy open house, would she come?

There was another Gunn funny man on the cover of the Weekly and I mean to comment there something about stealing Marsh McCall’s date once. Marsh was the Oracle humor columnist and spun that into a job writing for first Conan O’Brien and then “Just Shoot Me” (David Spade). The other editors once asked me to fire him once and it was a scene out of “Of Mice and Men” but I couldn’t get him to think about rabbits because I got squirrely, and the rest is his story. Marsh said something about Aaron Kaufman sneezing too hard and his head caved in. Or, as Tom Harbeck recalled years later, the school dean, Stormin’ Norman, catches “Shep” a fictional character smoking a cigarette and says “Take that thing out of your mouth” and Shep goes “Where would you like me to stick it?”. And he makes $1,000,000 a year retainer from Brillstein and Gray, classic.

And that could end up as one of my 50 Janelle wang jokes. In a pinch.

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We got the ghost of Bon Scott on our team, or our boys’, no doubt.

Good on Phil Bibo and Matt Maltz for the right amount of wine, women and song to put points on the scoreboard, and that is not a Kim Kempton reference. Go, Jamie, as well. And Bonnie and Janet are smiling of course.

Good on Phil and Matt for the right amount of weed, women and song to put the points on the board for Gunn and PIE here.
Oh, shoot, I am on the wrong page.

This is not my report but we will see if Keith Peters updates this:
n a night when the school began a three-day celebration of its 50th anniversary, the Gunn football team came up short in a 24-19 nonleague loss to visiting Carlmont. The Titans (0-2) trailed 24-6 before rallying for a pair of touchdowns to make the game close for the second straight week. Gunn fell to San Mateo in its opener, 27-20.

Nonleague
Carlmont 737 7—24
Gunn 0 6 0 13 — 19
Carl — Kumamoto 3 run (Albaum kick)
Carl — FG Albaum 51
Gunn — Imanaka 28 pass from Riley (kick failed)
Carl — Blanks 50 run (Albaum kick)
Carl — Thompson 1 run (Albaum kick)
Gunn — Imanaka 65 punt return (Riley kick)
Gunn — Miller 19 pass from Riley (run failed)
Records: Carlmont 2-0; Gunn 0-2

Max McGee (I call him “Bill”) and I traded lines from “Men Of Dartmouth” in the fourth quarter of Gunn – Carlmont and it worked: two fumbles recovered, a fourth down stop and two TDs. Thanks, Max! (He’s our new PAUSD supe and a Dartmouth intramural gridiron legend). Moments earlier I was hearing Gunn legend Don Briggs give total recall and therefore muffed my stats table I was preparing for Keith Peters…I will chug.

Max McGee Dartmouth ’72 singing, Mark Weiss Dartmouth ’86 cracking up — and yeah that’s Don Briggs Gunn SPAL champion stage right

Take two:

Weiss singing, McGee prompting, and Don Briggs putting gris gris on the Scots

Update, three Devon Cajuste touchdowns later:
Gunn suffered its second straight close nonleague defeat on Friday, despite two crowd-pleasing touchdowns by senior Nozo Imanaka.

The compact, multi-purpose back had a 65-yard punt return score in the third quarter and caught a 25-yard fourth-and-2 heave on a go-pattern from classmate Noah Riley earlier, giving him four touchdowns of more than 20 yards already this year.

Gunn’s 176-pound linebacker Dietrich Sweat, meanwhile, punched above his weight to help contain the Scots, who featured Division I-sized backs like Willie Teo-Clifton and Dominic Blanks. The gutty Titans had eight players go both ways and another 10 in situations and special teams.

“We bend but don’t break,” said Gunn coach Shinichi Hirano. “Maybe we bend less next time.”

Hirano looked fairly pleased for a winless coach, Gunn having let San Mateo squeak by 27-20 the week before. Perhaps he liked the festivities surrounding the game, with Gunn celebrating 50 years of academic, social and athletic excellence, with alumni guests augmenting the band and pep squads and new PAUSD superintendent Glenn “Max” McGee among the revelers.

“You never want to start a game with a turnover, but overall we are doing great, and we play four quarters, a full 48 minutes each game,” Hirano said.

Gunn rallied from a 24-6 deficit, with a Sharod Miller touchdown reception, two fumble recoveries, and a fourth-down defensive stop by sophomore nose-guard Andrew Maltz keeping things interesting late into the fourth quarter.

With just about two minutes left, Riley threw a short pass to Forrest Larson on a fourth-and-7 situation, coming up two yards short of keeping the final drive alive.

I will post my original draft later, to compare the Peterized version to the Weisspure. One thing, in case my editor suggests playgerism, John Reid of the News was kind enough not to push me out of the interview post-game with Hirano, even pausing after two questions to let me take a turn. As he crossed the field to catch the Carlmont new coach and kicker, I chatted with the Gunn coach another fifteen minutes. Reid mentioned Carlmont’s use of “the Wildcat” — hiking the ball directly to one of their backs, while, as it happens I recall turning to Matt Maltz, a former Gunn linebacker who I also think of as my Terman flag-football teammate, he at guard and me at left tackle, although I switched to flanker on 3rd downs (!), and we both were on defense two-ways, me at left end he and blitzing or stunting linebacker, and asking him what they call that, a wrinkle coming in after our playing days. Matt shrugged. I may or may not have said “wild cat” as likely I said “perspicacoius cat or jumping calaveras frog” and didn’t, on deadline, and especially since Gunn’s Bubba Larson, in the third quarter spritzed himself and my notebook and notes with his Gatorade bottle’s issue, use it or try to suss it out. On the other hand, Matt came running up to me in the fourth quarter — I admit I was momentarily distracted by the confluence of Gunn legend Don Briggs, the quarterback of the undefeated SPAL champion Titans back in 1969, and Max McGee, our new PAUSD prexy, to note anything beyong the hooping and hollarin’ of a play going our, or Gunn’s — no cheering in the press box — way: That was my boy! Matt said, of Andrew, who, we believe made the stop on 4th-and-2. To be journalistic, and Matt’s long-time, since 6th grade at Fremont Hills advocate, I went up to Reid, a real pro, and said “Did you get that, 74?, on the stop?” and John Reid said “Seventy-four, Maltz? I had it as 24?” So our version becomes reality. I believe Matt. There is no 24. (Willie Mays). I also have here above but not in the version for the Weekly that Briggs down there somehow brought some of that SPAL championship mojo. Anyhow, good luck to Andrew Maltz, Matt and Jamie’s bouncing boy (300 pounds, letter from the Cornhusker’s taped to the Fridge), named for our ol’ running buddy, perhaps, the DayOne dasher, the Emerson flasher, ARZ? Did I mention I introduced Matt and Jamie, more or less? We all, with my then-date and an extra set of Y chromosomes, went to Scorpions and Ted Nugent I think it was, at Cow Palace, sophomore year, me in a 1980 red Camero commandeered from Key Chevy, driving. (As compared to a purloined van, which brought a bunch of us to Candlestick for the Stones, but maybe not Matt and Jamie — who actually remembers the 1970s, early 1980s?)

I got about 10 more photos I could paste, not to be braggin’. Back in Black. Cold as Ice by Weiss. (who today would want a Foreigner reference in their masthead? — Ornette, peoples).