I forgot to post this after the Nevada game. Since we have another home game this weekend, I thought I would share it now.
Two and a half weeks ago, I was excited. It was Saturday, August 31, and a new football season was upon us.
Like many other Bruins, I got to the stadium early and met up with my friends to enjoy a pre-game meal consisting of some of the best tri-tip you will ever have. (If you don't believe me, ask the folks who joined me at the Spring Game.)
It was the day we all were waiting for the Opening Day of the 2013 UCLA Football Season!
Having watched the team on more than one occasion during Spring Ball, I was hopefully optimistic. It wasn't the "Hope Springs Eternal" kind of optimistic that Cubs fans endure every April. It was more of a "First #1 in the BCS and Last #1 in the BCS" optimism I carried with me on that hot August afternoon.
After enjoying the time we spent on the golf course with friends I haven't seen for a while, we headed in to our seats in Section 16 to partake in what I was convinced was going to be a thumping of the University of Nevada Wolfpack.
It didn't take long after the opening kickoff for me to start losing my voice. I was just glad that I didn't have to go to work until Tuesday due to the Labor Day holiday.
We had some new folks (at least I think they were new) sitting to the right of my wife. It was a guy who was older than me, maybe in his late 50s or early 60s, and his wife who was seated next to my wife.
It didn't take long.
It was probably Nevada's first Third Down of the game. I did what I've done at every home game for the 15 or so years I've been a season ticket holder. I stood up, cupped my hands around my mouth and MADE SOME FREAKIN' NOISE!!!!
I think the guy's wife jumped 3 feet. She clearly did not approve.
Any time I made any noise, she started to curl up into a fetal position and cover her ears. Soon, she switched seats with her husband. I believe they left at halftime.
But that wasn't even close to the worst of it.
Probably some time in the middle of the second quarter with Nevada driving toward the North end zone, I hear a voice behind me yell, "Hey, 21 sit down!" I didn't even realize that the comment was directed at me until I hear the voice yell a second time, "Hey, 21 sit down!"
I quickly remembered that the number on my jersey is, in fact, 21, MJD's old number, and I realized that, whoever this guy was, he was talking to me.
Not knowing who behind me was responsible, I simply turned around in the approximate direction of where the voice sounded like it was coming from and yelled back, "IF YOU WANT TO SIT DOWN, GO WATCH THE GAME AT HOME!"
Well, that shut the guy up for good. I still don't know who it was. But, in a classic case of "Be careful what you wish for..." later on in the game some really drunk guys came and sat in the row behind my wife and I. They were fun, happy drunk guys, though, and, soon, we were having a good time with them and enjoying the fact that the game was basically over.
But, I couldn't help thinking of the guy who wanted me to sit down.
All I was doing was standing, cheering and making noise at the appropriate times to do so. The happy drunk guys were way more obnoxious. It seemed like every third or fourth word out of one of their mouths was an f-bomb.
So, Mr. Sit Down went from having a die hard, cheering fan occasionally blocking his view and forcing him to stand up to having a bunch of rather obnoxious drunks swearing like a bunch of sailors. It was poetic justice.
The moral of the story is simple: If you are going to attend this weekend's game (or any other home game this season), know your Miranda Rites. Be prepared for people cheering loudly for the Bruins and be willing to join them. Be prepared to stand up when appropriate because the people around you will be too. Don't whine like a little child when this happens because whining like this will result in a bunch of drunk guys finding their way to your general vicinity.
And, finally, if you sit in Section 16 above Row 51, understand that #21 will not be sitting down, no matter how nicely you ask, so you might as well help me get the rest of the section to stand up too because I'm tired of people on that side of the Rose Bowl sitting on their hands all game!
One final note: If you are going to the game, please feel free to join me in greeting Dan Guerrero with a "DUMP DAN NOW!" chant when he is on the field to accept the Capital One Cup.