I have to take a break from the game. It's killing my blood pressure, and I don't even like Big 12 or PAC 10.
We spent some time looking up the Texas mascot and colours so we'd appear a little more knowledgable, but it's a thin thin mask.
BEVO! I think they're on the 14th now.
BEVO!
They'll be trying out Bevo, trying out Cubebs, trying out Tailor Mades like cigarette fiends! And bragging all about how they're going to cover up a telltale breath with Sen-Sen...
One fine night they leave the pool hall, headin' for the dance at the Armory...
Okay! MY JINX WORKED! USC LOST! WOOT!
Damn. In all honest I hate both teams. Kind of a lot. I hate the fact that Shrub was pro-Longhorns and I also have to say, I hate Texas on a more global level.
But USC people? Seriously? NEED TO GET OVER THEMSELVES.
Dude. That. Was. A. Game.
Sorry, DJ, I'm excluding you from my global texas hate.
Hee hee! Not that I have any love of Texas football, but I LOVE the fact that USC lost.
I was still at work when the game started, and ran outside in time to see the B-1 bomber do the flyover. Four afterburners cooking. That was neat. But otherwise I avoided the madness around the Rose Bowl. At one point I could see six small planes towing billboards around, and the blimp.
Me too! They can take their asterisk and shove it.
Dear lord. So far, I'm totally in love with A Week of Dressing Dangerously.
I was raised on the SC v. UCLA rivalry. I'm sure there will be celebrating at the ol' homestead tonight.