I have no profound words, poetry, or seasonal updates. Snarly prose and clever alliterations eludes me, as I cannot express my feelings. Am I the wise 55-year-old man who quietly offers up a prayer of relief and gratitude, or am I the unhinged wacko who is thrashing about the room pounding my fist into the other hand screeching, “YES! YES! YES!”? I am neither for I am BOTH; I am Oregon and any description of what this victory means to me defies my thoughts. I am speechless, – I am proud, – I am Oregon.