Sorry to tell you this, Hawaii, but you might not be that good: Part II
Sorry to tell you this, Hawaii, but you might not be that good: Part I
After hanging out with magical attractive hippie woman for a moment, I went to enter the stadium. Yknow, there are these people selling water bottles for a buck on the side of the road by I-House. I tried to sell them one of my many water bottles that I bring to the game for fun. In the course of this conversation, they said that I wouldn’t be allowed to bring water bottles into the game, which was odd since I’d brought them in all the other games. And the security dude didn’t even give the water bottles a second glance. So, I’m not sure what these enterprising hydro-capitalists were talking about.
I walked down to the field before the game on the Cal side this time. Got to see a bunch of players warm up.
I was standing there with a few friends of mine, one of which was female. She told us how last year #45, who is not the #45 up there, but instead Julian Arthur, hit on her at a bar. And he was so forward, that she had to kick him in the nuts. How crazy…..
Now, *that’s* some hair!
Right before this photo was taken Tad Smith slapped some player on the butt. I forget which one. Maybe Rulon Davis, I forget.
Constanzo and Co. go running to the center to do some more stretching.
There was a lot of pomp and circumstance before this game. For example, the Golden Knights parachuted into the stadium. It seemed like a giant ad for the army. To wit:
I was kinda hoping they would spell out Cal or something, but alas, there was nothing like that.
Next time, we’ll look back at a simpler time in our nation’s history when the refs hated Jeff Tedford and a young Nate Longshore was teaching America how to overthrow his receivers again. Also, we’ll see some photos.





