Just came across the following posts and realized I didn’t give yall the full rundown of my USC game day experience, although, truth be told, you’re not missing too much.
iwannatakearideonyourhockeystick:
When you guys go to B’s games do you get the feeling that it’s not even real that you’re there and you can’t believe that the team you love is right in front of you in person? And the next day it doesn’t seem like you ever went to that game because it feels like a dream? This sounds pathetic but I always seem to feel this way when I go to a Bruins game.
We must be the same person.
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That’s how I hoped I’d feel when I went to my first USC football game this weekend.
Expectations were definitely different than reality.
It’s partly my fault - I was jet lagged and 100% in watch-football-in-bed-all-day mode, rather than in SUPER AMPED UP GAME DAY mode. I inexplicably wore pants on a disgustingly hot afternoon in L.A., so I was sweaty and dehydrated long before kickoff, and I didn’t give myself enough time to tailgate, find and buy cooler clothing, and track down tickets since mine fell through sort of last minute.
BUT I was at the Coliseum for USC football. It was a gorgeous day (when there was a breeze). The field looked gorgeously vibrant (fresh coat of paint‘ll do that, I guess). The view was amazing - directly across from the Song Girls - and the band was, as usual, fabulous.
Those 468 passing yards Matt Barkley racked up looked pretty darn good, too (but please, please don’t get me started on the defense). Robert Woods’ 82-yard touchdown in the first series really got me in game mode, and T.J. McDonald’s interceptions were awesome.
It just wasn’t, I don’t know, as magical as I expected. I mean, I’d been waiting to get my booty in a Coliseum seat for years, and I was finally there, and it wasn’t too much different from any other football game (except it was the only football game I’ve ever been where temperatures were above freezing at game time - gotta love late Nov-Dec Terps & Ravens games!)
I rocked the Arrogant Nation “You Can’t Sanction the Endzone” shirt and posed for photos with Tommy Trojan, but all in all, I sort of feel like I missed out. I didn’t make the most of a not-too-frequent-in-an-East-Coaster’s-lifetime experience.
As I was walking away from campus after the game, it actually did feel like a dream, like it sort of passed by without me fully realizing it or soaking it in, and waking up before I could really grasp what happened.
I guess that just means I’ll have to go back so I can really enjoy the total experience every second of the day and appreciate how lucky I am to be there, rather than focusing my tunnel vision solely on the game. Bacon-wrapped hotdogs, I’m coming for ya.
(Source: milanlucheck, via poupouhead)





