This is an absolutely personal rant that no one should really care about, but I wanted to write it down somewhere. Maybe someone will find it interesting.
I'm a relatively recent sports fan, I didn't care for sports until I started at UCLA in 2002. But after becoming a member of the Drumline, and going to every home game for football and basketball (and a lot of the away games where the band was present) I became a huge fan. I ended up going to as many sporting events as a could, including women's bball, volleyball, tennis, track, soccer, swimming, waterpolo, and so on, because I couldn't get enough of our Bruins. I was the Bassline section leader, and the guy you saw screaming at the camera during the NCAA Tournament commercial breaks for basketball.
Just before I graduated last spring, I bought season tickets to football (basketball was too expensive) along with my friend. In between that spring and the start of football season however, I started to become more observant within the Jewish religion, which meant observing Shabbat (no "work" Friday night to Saturday night, which for the purpose of this rant, translates to no football). I made myself a deal though, that since I already bought tickets, I would only break Shabbat for the 6 home games, and that I wouldn't schedule anything else on Shabbat -- ever. This was to be the last season that I would ever get to go to the Rose Bowl, and to stand and cheer the entire game. It would be my only season to watch the marching band from the stands instead of from within. My only season to experience tail gating. Believe it or not, I am choking up with tears while I am writing this.
This season meant a lot to me, and because of that I invested way too much hope into Karl Dorrell. I knew he would find a way to screw things up, but everyone held us in such high regard with our 20 returning starters, and our high pre-season ranking.
So how was my last game at the Rose Bowl ever? We lost 24-20. This morning, at 9am, I couldn't make myself get up and go to the Rose Bowl. My friend was sick and said he couldn't go; I could have called some other people and hung out with them, but I just didn't think it was worth it. I was so depressingly fed up with Karl Dorrell and this meaningless season that I decided to stay home and watch the game from here. I realized that I was more excited to see Dennis Dixon than I was to see our Bruins, and since he wasn't in the game, it wasn't worth it to me. This is coming from a self proclaimed hardcore fan for life. The guy who annoys his fiance by pointing out every time UCLA is used as a backdrop in a movie, and who says inappropriate things at inappropriate times to whatever trojan is in ear shot.
You might think that this makes me a fair weather fan, but anyone who knows me knows that there is nothing further from the truth. I've sat through Lavin and Toledo and Kathy Olivier and yes, Dorrell, and I've never boo'd, I've never stopped cheering, I've never even sat down (until someone from the NCAA tells me I have to). But Dorrell's ugly coaching has finally taken its toll on me. I just couldn't get myself up for the game today, not at all.
Okay, end rant.