College Sports

Supporting our local team involves cycling less than a mile and sauntering into whatever venue is hosting the event (pool, gym, track, etc.). Yesterday was a little different.

I drove to the end of the L Line (formerly known as the Gold Line), met up with a dear friend from grad school who got on in Pasadena, changed to the D Line (Purple), and then the E Line (Expo).

My map said it would let us off 0.1 miles from our destination, but I was still a little concerned since I had never been there. No problem since we could see the Galen Center from the stop. Just as exciting was seeing Felix right across the street.

I made it into the building with my clear bag. Serious fans had real bags with their team's logo but I just grabbed a newspaper bag. I was so tempted to walk around with a tube of hemorrhoid cream or tampons or other things that should not be in clear bags

but instead I just had my pocket-sized Constitution.

Tommy Trojan

I don't think my pictures can capture the difference between an unranked-Division lll team and the nation's third-best D1 team playing at USC. There were three sets of dancers plus people with flags, a live band, half-naked men with painted chests, a DJ, and a light show.

I don't know so many of today's players but I was happy
to see the names of people I followed in the '80's,

The best part was hanging out with my friend and watching great basketball players! I hope Oregon makes it to New Orleans for the Final Four!