10.16.2004

according to sports illustrated, we "manhandled" ucla. i think we did a pretty good job "handling men" when we beat them 45-28 today.

the weather was perfect -- not much sun, and the game was late, too. rehearsals went by fine, and there was an air of "we better get this done and done well because goddammit, we can't let a silly southern extension branch win against us again."

ucla sure ate our shorts. in the first three minutes of the game, we scored a touchdown, and the momentum from there gave us a victory.

in the span of things, the ucla band looked and sounded awesome, and so ad-comm gave them lots and lots of food and we gave the saxophones lots and lots of goodies. (hope you kids enjoyed your goodies!) they were great, congenial. problem was though, i could barely talk to my friends because apparently gordon said that berkeley kids were rowdy and vicious.

we're not, i promise. i mean, we gave you goodies!

on our way back after giving said goodies, the football team made an amazing touchdown (imagine my viewpoint when rodgers throws mcarthur that football and lands perfectly in that blue endzone. it was awesome!). all of a sudden a drunk ucla frat boy decides to yell at us, calling all of us passing by "a bunch of little asian faggots" -- something especially hilarious in the context that there were two white people and dayo on our side -- so i decided to retort with "best safety school ever!"

their cheerleaders were so offended. "you're just jealous you're not in los angeles!"

"i'm FROM los angeles!"

miguel: one, safety school: zero.

i heart home games. the slump i was feeling was probably just that -- forgetting about everything for a day and just cheering on a nationally-ranked, respected football team.

speaking of which, there was a pretty funny crazy black guy who decided to preach to the cal band at the end of march-down. we all responded with well-timed "hallelujahs" and "amen brothers" that it turned out to be something necessarily funny.

it is time to celebrate.

we like to party. we like, we like to party.

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