In return for this quirky little show of innocent belief and childlike devotion, so many things went just as I imagined they should. In a way, though, I don't know that I've ever expected anything less whenever this date comes around. Maybe it's all a self-fulfilling prophecy, as today is the one day on the calendar on which I'll forgive just about anything, but I feel perfectly justified in sitting back and marveling just because I can.
Golden birthday, indeed.
(In the end, Stanford won, too. After the fact, it doesn't come as much of a surprise.)