The Beginning of the End

I knew at the end of this past summer that things in LA were coming to an end for me, but last night everything was magnified 10 fold - I went to my last USC Football game as a student.  I could've easily stayed home and missed an opportunity to support my football team, but I literally hustled to enjoy the game.  I decided to play for a concert in Huntington Beach and according to Mapquest the venue I played at is 34.85 miles from the USC LDS Institute where I park.  Being the master driver that I am, the concert ended at 8:46pm, I began driving at 8:48pm, and sprinted into the Coliseum at 9:30pm.

First of all, I realized how people think that going 70mph or less in the fast lane is okay. Well, it's not.  They clearly see you coming up behind them and they just sit there, enjoying a nice drive on the 405 on a Saturday night.  Also, the best part was running to the Coliseum because hoards of people were leaving the game whilst there I am, making my best effort to get to the game.  I got many strange looks, even from the hot dog stand sellers, especially when my hair started falling apart because it was merely held up with bobby pins.  I finally make it to the student entrance and of course I have to go to the next entrance because I arrived too late.  Well, I book it to the next entrance and there's this nice old man who takes my ID and takes him sweet time looking at the picture.

"Gee, you're wearing glasses in this picture."

"I took that picture my Freshman year.  I'm now a Senior and this is my last game."

"Oooh, well that's nice.  Enjoy the game."

And yet he took just a few more seconds holding onto the ID.  After my long day of travels I decided to use the restroom before I took my seat, and of course these stupid guys were playing a game outside the bathrooms by throwing popcorn at peoples feet to see who can get popcorn between the passer-by's legs.  Don't worry, I made sure to glare at them.

Finally I took my seat in the grand stands and enjoyed a football game with my favorite college team.  Miraculously they won by only one point, and I attribute it to the fact that on my sprint over to the Coliseum I observed the time-honored tradition of kicking the pole on Trousdale and Exposition.  One kick, one victory, one last USC football experience.