College football Week 3 thread

You got it about right.

Terry Donahue lived in Westlake Village, as did most of his UCLA coaches. (Donahue also had a summer house on Balboa Island in Newport Beach, near his brother. That was when Donahue was the highest-paid state employee in California.) If you can pick your travel time, the 101 isn't all that bad.

For the USC coaches, there were some in Palos Verdes. Sark grew up in Torrance so he knew the area. Pasadena also housed some, including Pat Haden (the allure of the Rose Bowl). USC owned a house in San Marino (an exclusive town next to Pasadena) for its president to live in. The current president, Carol Folt, wanted to live in Santa Monica, so they sold the San Marino place and bought her something like an $11M starter home in Santa Monica.

 

Man, we loved Balboa. I could very easily spend the rest of my afternoons outside drinking beer and watching the world go by in the harbor at Newport Landing.

 

“Your drum is too big for my visiting tunnel.”

 

Maybe they can hoist it into the stadium with a scissor lift.

 

Hurricane Ida has given LSU a bit of homefield advantage, albeit indirectly, against Central Michigan.

No hotel space in Baton Rouge; Central Michigan alters plans

 

Southern Californians discuss freeways. Northern Californians discuss wine like they all got degrees in viticulture.

"This is Stag's Leap '15 cabneret, right?"
"No, it's the '14."
"But I'm detecting a hint of raspberry and cinnamon."
"That was the '13. The '15 has more of a black cherry with a smoky finish."
"Oh, yes. More like V. Sattui's '17."
"Well, they had to pick quickly that year because of leaf roll disease, so I don't know if they are comparable. I think you're thinking more along the line of Artesa's '12."
"Didn't that have more of a tobacco/honey nose?"

And then there's the one guy ...

"Stag's Leap? Geez! Why don't you just serve deer piss instead? I'm not drinking any second-rate crap from Napa. Vinasa and Gloria Ferrer won five gold medals at the California State Fair. Plus, you're serving game hens with roasted grape mostarda! Everyone knows you pair that with a nice Sauvignon Blanc!"

 

Then there’s Fred Sanford
“Champagne and Ripple. I call it Chapipple.”

 

Me before going to Ross Ade Stadium: “It’s just a big, stupid drum. Who cares?”

Me, like a four-year old, five seconds after seeing the drum up close: “Look at it! It’s a really big drum! And they’re jumping to hit it!”

I’m like a golden retriever puppy when it comes to corny college football traditions.

 

I imagine there might be a few College Game Day signs about the drum. Really a disgrace since it's celebrating its 100th anniversary and the sport prides itself on tradition and such. If I were a domer going to the game I'd be kind of ticked off I wouldn't see it.