I finally made it back to a UCLA home game over at the Sports Arena. Yeah, that's a bit of a drive and most of the home games coincided with baby functions. Gee, didn't have those issues most of my first 15 years of having season tickets. Wow, have I become one of those old, grizzled season ticket holders who complains about everything? I hope not... I only complain about poor game performance, coaching errors, and overpriced food at the concession stands.
I might drag either Betsy or Mary Jane to one of these games. There is absolutely no one there so I might just go to the upper deck and sing a few lines of "Wheels on the Bus" between dunks, free throws, and Josh Smith fouls. Or hunt down Joe Bruin get a picture taken with him.
I'll bust out Mary Jane's UCLA cheerleader outfit. She looks soooo darn cute in that. That will get us on the Jumbotron. That's what life is all about: getting your mug on the big screen. Oh, don't deny it. You probably proposed hoping that the pressure of the thousands of people would coerce your significant other to make the optimal choice.
Anyway, enough of my meandering words for the evening.
