05-22-2020, 05:06 AM
2011 @ U$C. We unknowingly booked the same hotel as the team - we just wanted to stay near Pasadena where a long-time friend from Stanford lives. As we come out of the elevator door on Friday night, the first person we see is Andrew Luck. High fives, wished him good luck, and my 13 year-old son proceeds to text all of his friends. Some hobnobbing in the lobby with players and their families before hitting the sack. Saturday breakfast at Roscoe's, followed by a walk on the Santa Monica Pier & beach, tailgate, and then the greatest college football game I've ever been to. The capper was listening to LA talk radio as we drove back home Sunday morning, listening to Lane Kiffin whine and complain about the officiating.
