My grandma’s not a football fan. She prefers her hometown Cubs to the gridiron. She prefers Downton Abbey and quiet games of gin rummy to loud NFL Sundays. She probably can’t tell the difference between Jim and John Harbaugh—let alone Peyton Manning from Papa John. She’s not a football fan. But she is a Stanford football fan, specifically a Stanford football fan when Stanford plays (and beats) Cal.
My grandma’s Cardinal affinity goes back to 1954 when she moved to De Soto Drive in Palo Alto with my grandpa—back when The Farm was actually a farm: arid, sparse, and a little sleepy.