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[pacusewife]

Found this in my FB memories from 2016. I feel like the kid that snuck a fingerful of icing off the cake. Hope we can take a slice by the end of the season.

 

[FAL]

I’m waiting to lick the bowl...it could be Peachy.

 

[pacusewife]

I’m waiting to lick the bowl...it could be Peachy.

I see what ya did there

 

[PAcuse]

 

[CuseLegacy]

 

[All4SU]

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Doesn’t sound as tough as “Hardnosed.”

 

[pacusewife]

Doesn’t sound as tough as “Hardnosed.”

I hate that term soooo much

 

[bigmike]

That reminded me of my letter to Dino from last year. I think I drafted it after the Clemson win. If you have nothing better to do, take a read.

Dear Dino:
This second cake you are baking is only half cooked, and still a little gooey on the inside. We love the way this one is coming out, but we know you can make a better one. Please keep baking here, and please stay until you have collected all the ingredients you need to make the cake you envisioned when you first decided to come here.

As we look into the oven, we like what we see, and we know it will taste great - we know because we reached into the mixing bowl on October 13th and snuck a quick scoop. We haven't enjoyed something that good since coach Mac was baking here all those years ago.

We also know, however, that the 4th or 5th cake you will bake here will be your masterpiece, carefully crafted in our loud house using the experience you gained in other kitchens. It will include only the finest ingredients from NY, NJ, the Upper Midwest, Pennsylvania, Florida and New England. It will included bits of sweetness from other places too like Arizona, Oregon, California, the Southeast and DC/Maryland. After a 3-4 year shopping spree you will have everything you need to bake that cake you, and we, always dreamed of.

On the day when that cake comes out of the oven - after you have let it cool and put icing on it, we will know that our faith and patience has finally paid off. Years of longing and waiting, years of frustration and disappointment, will fade into oblivion as we slide the knife in and grab ourselves a slice.

On that day we will return to our youth, to the carefree days when we could eat cake without putting on weight, or being told it is bad for us. On that day we will run and jump and scream, and we won't care because your magic cake will have transported us back in time to a wonderful place - it will be wonderful because it will be 1959 again.

Dino, please don't go.

 

[orangemass]

I like cake

 

[Chip]

I'm glad he didn't use the analogy of chocolate chip cookies, because the batter is way better than the final product.

Ben & Jerry's started printing money based on this premise.

 

[Orangello]

 

[pacusewife]

That reminded me of my letter to Dino from last year. I think I drafted it after the Clemson win. If you have nothing better to do, take a read.

Dear Dino:
This second cake you are baking is only half cooked, and still a little gooey on the inside. We love the way this one is coming out, but we know you can make a better one. Please keep baking here, and please stay until you have collected all the ingredients you need to make the cake you envisioned when you first decided to come here.

As we look into the oven, we like what we see, and we know it will taste great - we know because we reached into the mixing bowl on October 13th and snuck a quick scoop. We haven't enjoyed something that good since coach Mac was baking here all those years ago.

We also know, however, that the 4th or 5th cake you will bake here will be your masterpiece, carefully crafted in our loud house using the experience you gained in other kitchens. It will include only the finest ingredients from NY, NJ, the Upper Midwest, Pennsylvania, Florida and New England. It will included bits of sweetness from other places too like Arizona, Oregon, California, the Southeast and DC/Maryland. After a 3-4 year shopping spree you will have everything you need to bake that cake you, and we, always dreamed of.

On the day when that cake comes out of the oven - after you have let it cool and put icing on it, we will know that our faith and patience has finally paid off. Years of longing and waiting, years of frustration and disappointment, will fade into oblivion as we slide the knife in and grab ourselves a slice.

On that day we will return to our youth, to the carefree days when we could eat cake without putting on weight, or being told it is bad for us. On that day we will run and jump and scream, and we won't care because your magic cake will have transported us back in time to a wonderful place - it will be wonderful because it will be 1959 again.

Dino, please don't go.

Speaking of letters to Dino, I finally got around to emailing the story of Clemson-Win Baby just before this year’s Clemson game. It felt silly but Eric and Strick liked hearing it at the Spring Game and I finally got the nerve to send it. His assistant sent me an “I’ll pass this along to Coach, I know he’ll enjoy it” reply.

So, today I got an email from the man himself. I was not expecting that! He had me before, but now he extra has me.

 

[LeMoyneCuse]

Speaking of letters to Dino, I finally got around to emailing the story of Clemson-Win Baby just before this year’s Clemson game. It felt silly but Eric and Strick liked hearing it at the Spring Game and I finally got the nerve to send it. His assistant sent me an “I’ll pass this along to Coach, I know he’ll enjoy it” reply.

So, today I got an email from the man himself. I was not expecting that! He had me before, but now he extra has me.

Can you repost the story?

 

[pacusewife]

Can you repost the story?

Sure!

It’s last year, mid-October, and Syracuse is gearing up for a seemingly impossible game against Clemson. My husband and I have had our season tickets purchased for months, eager to hopefully attend my favorite destination; my Dome Away From Home. Despite my insistence that Syracuse is home to many highly-regarded medical centers, using our better judgment, we decide that a four-hour trip and four-hour game may not be the best thing for a woman mere days away from her due date (no worries, we gifted our tickets to friends).

As the game begins, we settle in on our couches and I jokingly inform my husband that no matter what, we won’t be leaving the house until after the game. Lot’s of people have home-births, we’ll be fine.

As the game progresses, contractions begin. Mostly irregular but as the game intensifies, so do my contractions. I’m not concerned, this was my third child, and I know how this works. I casually mentioned the situation to my husband ensuring I caused the least amount of alert possible. There’s an epic game to be watched, after all! I did make it through the game, jumping, cheering, and yes, tearing up a bit after the win.

Elated and charged, sleep did not come easy for us. We finally did make it to bed and anxiously awaited post-game pressers and articles. I believe I finally fell asleep a little after 1am, contractions be darned.

A mere three hours later, I awoke to the typical signs that it was time to head to the hospital. I managed to watch a full day of college football in the delivery room before Amelia made her debut.

So we had our win, we had our beautiful baby, and we had a nurse unknowingly give Amelia the perfect Syracuse nickname. The next morning, while doing the newborn check-in, our sweet nurse lifted our little bundle up and into her arms with a soft, “Good Morning Little Babers!” Clearly, a derivative of “baby” but my husband and I exchanged shocked faces nonetheless. Yes, we still call her Little Babers, and she thoroughly enjoyed her first game in the dome (outside of the womb, anyway), when we defeated Wagner this season.

What can I say? We’re a Syracuse family!

 

[magelly]

I hate that term soooo much

Me too. And the worst was ,SU was soft nosed.

 

[bigmike]

When you are soft nosed you do not lock the doors on the dome. Instead, you have a reception table for incoming guests with giveaway bags that have your lunch
inside. The opponent then takes those bags, does not thank you, pats you in the head and leaves.

 

[SUFaninNJ]

I liked how the expression started as Lock the Door in Shafer's speech, but became Lock the Gate on t-shirts. I would think a gate would not be as formidable a deterrent.