Homecoming… a good reason to take a drive to South Central, LA or as I like to refer to it as USC land and home.
Paul and I went to our first ‘SC homecoming since our senior year at USC. It felt weird being back at the scene of the crime. If it hadn’t been for ‘SC we may never be together. Yes, I’m brainwashed and this is what the Trojan family tells me. It was fun being back on campus and reminiscing about the old days and all the fun memories. Ah, those carefree days when the whole world was before us and we could be anything and do anything. It’s interesting to compare where we are in our lives today to what we thought we’d be when we were getting our education. If I had only known then what I know now.
Anyway, back to the football madness and homecoming that is ‘SC. Homecoming is like a big family reunion and everyone swells with school pride. There are over one hundred thousand alumni who come to campus from all over to tailgate and cheer on our boys and Petey. Despite the mass amounts of people, you run in to old friends, drink a few beers with new friends and partake in old traditions like kicking the flag pole for good luck and yelling the SO CAL spell out. There truly is nothing like an ‘SC homecoming… we do it right, if I say so myself.
After running around campus and trying to stay dry from the freak rain storm that tried to rain on our parade, Paul and I made our way to the Coliseum and took our seats. Lucky us, we were the second to last row from the top of the stadium. Do you know now many stairs that is… too many to count. Needless to say, we got our exercise but we were rewarded with a beautiful view of the Hollywood sign and the LA skyline, as well as a bird’s eye view of the entire stadium.
Going in to the game, it was given that ‘SC was going to destroy the Washington Huskies… and, we did. The final score was 56-0. Poor huskies never had a chance. After staying until the end of the third quarter, we decided it was time to hit the road. On our return to the small back alley abortion clinic parking lot on some shady side street, we took bets on whether our car was going to be there or not… luckily, it was there. I love South Central. Fight On!