<p>I found this and though it was amusing. What do you guys think of it?
<a href="http://daily.stanford.edu/tempo?page=content&id=15400&repository=0001_article%5B/url%5D">http://daily.stanford.edu/tempo?page=content&id=15400&repository=0001_article</a></p>
<p>Go bears</p>
<p>By Mark Slee and Evan Tana
Features Columnists
Monday, November 22, 2004
last updated November 21, 2004 10:12 PM</p>
<p>This weekend, Cal dominated our football team. No big surprise. Irrelevant. This column is not about football. Spencer Porters got us beat when it comes to sport. He also has us beat when it comes to Friday recess.</p>
<p>Enough ballyhoo. What were here to say is that Stanfords Cal-bashing is a load of nonsense. Rubbish. Malarkey. Its more reflective of a pervasive inferiority complex than of any supposed superiority.</p>
<p>The fact is this: Berkeley is pretty much unequivocally better than Stanford. Thats a bold statement, and were here to make it. If anything, Berkeley does not need to Burst any Bubbles. Theyre living in the real world, not this palm tree-laden, Sunday brunch-studded adventure of ours.</p>
<p>Lets start by comparing each colleges college town.</p>
<p>University Avenue is littered with overpriced chic restaurants catering to yuppie 20-something-folk, no fewer than three Persian rug stores and multiple independent theaters. We like independent theaters. So weve bat one for three. Not bad in baseball. Bad by any Stanford grading standard.</p>
<p>Telegraph Avenue offers restaurants with the finest five-dollar plates of ethnic cuisine, record shops with sounds the likes of which your Dashboard Confe-ssional-loving emo self has never heard and homeless drug addicts, not the entrepreneur-gone-bust-in-the-dotcom-boom vagrants of Palo Alto. Something about Berkeleys homeless reeks of legitimacy.</p>
<p>Lets continue by comparing each institutions academics.</p>
<p>Youre not smarter than the Berkeley crowd. Remember all that crap they feed you freshman year about how you all really deserve to be here? Wake up, kiddos. Reality: its all a load of bulwarky. Theres someone at Berkeley way more qualified than you, but less willing to shell out the big bucks for private school. Or they were less approved of by our admissions department.</p>
<p>Those of us that are from out of state are lucky not to have to deal with the guilt of knowing were paying three times as much for a less rigorous education. They actually have to do some hard work to get good non-inflated grades across the bay. They sink or swim over there. If we dont swim, we get to sit down with our friendly advisors from the UAC for milk, cookies and a pep talk at the CoHo.</p>
<p>Anyways, onto our good point (as if we ever have such a thing). How do we psych ourselves up for Big Game? Gaieties. Now, we hate to hate on Gaieties, but how the hell is a musical theater production supposed to get people psyched up for a football game? Imagine if someone told you that Cal was organizing a sick mass ballet routine to get revved up for Big Game. What would you think? I know . . . lets sign up for a five-unit yoga class next quarter.</p>
<p>This all begs the question: why havent the two of us just gotten into our bumbling brown Mercedes and skedaddled up I-880?</p>
<p>Youre right. We havent, and we wont. Were walking ironies. In fact, we cant wait to stay here another year. As much as this place pales in comparison to Berkeley, wed still rather be here than there. Its kind of like belonging to a country club. You recognize that youre an undeserving privileged youngster and that everyone else is probably a hell of a lot more genuine and interesting than you, but ****, your membership was by invitation only. Suck on that.</p>
<p>Send Mark and Evan hate mail at <a href="mailto:mcslee@stanford.edu">mcslee@stanford.edu</a> and etana@</p>
<p>stanford.edu. They are sick of only hearing how crappy their columns are in non-electronic form.</p>