Lucky me, tomorrow will not be my first trip to Pasadena, California, home of the Tournament of Roses. When I was fifteen, daddy surprised us with a New Year's trip there. We had great seats in the stands for the parade, stayed in Hollywood, and went to Disneyland. Then, two years later, when I was a senior, my high school band marched in the parade. Unfortunately, I had sprained my ankle two weeks before by falling down the stairs, and, after spending all of Christmas vacation in physical therapy, everyone decided it was okay to go six miles on that ankle while playing first trumpet on "The Washington Post March." (or was it that other one? Anyone remember?) Long story short: it wasn't okay. My ankle swelled up to the size of a softball and I could barely walk by the time we made it to Disneyland the next day.
Nonetheless, it was quite an experience. We did not get to attend the game, which was an unmemorable matchup between USC and Northwestern, but we did get to visit the stadium and all that jazz. I have to say, though, that this year's trip is looking much more exciting, even with the Worst Itinerary Ever. I'm waking up at 4, flying to Denver at 6, praying not to get stuck like every other time I've been there, then on to Vegas, then driving across the desert to get to Rob's house, where the directions involve driving down Hollywood Boulevard and turning at the Sizzler.
And then, of course, there's the game. I'm so hesitant to make a prediction, because I want Texas to win this so badly, but USC is so good. It's going to be a fantastic matchup and lots of fun to watch. And honestly, I think Texas wants it more, so I'll go with the Horns by 3. Hook 'em!!!