We've all got our superstitions, traditions, our must-have things to set up for football season, whether we're riding the bleachers in the beautiful Arroyo Seco or riding our faithful, custom-fit, personally-indented couches.
For some it's food: a big pot of chili for some, some ice-blue Gatorade for others, or even the beautiful, unlicensed, "stray" dogs wrapped in bacon and smothered in fried onions, jalapenos, and bell peppers served from those blissfully unsanitary pseudo-grill-carts around the parking lot.
Some plant the Big Blue flag in the lawn, or dig the car-sized model out of the trunk, living somewhere udner the spare tire and the kids' Little League gear.
Others pull out every single SAA shirt they've ever owned out of the summer-month garage exile and start mapping out the autumn weeks on a calendar.
As for me, a 12-year season tix holder (as if that doesn't make me feel old, I just found 2 white hairs simultaneously residing on my head for the 1st time ever), I've got my checklist for the first game of the year, aka the start of Frustration-Venting Season. As mostly posted in another thread:
Season tickets for me, Ms. M and Ms. M’s cool sister? CHECK.
Bruin Blue colored PT-cruiser with the newly-repaired A/C? CHECK.
Blue and Gold fuzzy dice in the mirror of said cruiser? CHECK.
Free UCLA Season Ticket T-Shirt from CRN’s inaugural season? CHECK.
5 feet of lightweight blue and gold plaid fabric to wear Braveheart-style as kilt , and later as shade? CHECK.
Cargo shorts to wear under said kilt and smuggle below-mentioned gear? CHECK.
Blue face paint (available from Party City) to cover half of face Braveheart-style? CHECK.
Coppertone spray sunblock, SPF 50, in blue can? CHECK.
Wooden ratchet noisemaker to smuggle past metal detectors? CHECK.
Wooden train whistle noisemaker to smuggle past metal detectors? CHECK.
Keychain-sized metal bike horn (rubber squeeze bulb removed) to smuggle past metal detectors? CHECK.
Pocket-sized tube of ibuprofen to faciltiate screaming head off? CHECK.
Six bottles of water sitting in the freezer, to hbe completely melted by, oh, 5 minutes into the freaking game? CHECK.
LET'S GET THE PARTY STARTED, PEOPLE.