Well, just for anthropological reasons, I went to the Cal v. Arizona game. I’ll tell you, I STILL do not understand football completely. I feel like an idiot. Almost as dumb as when I was three and my father took me to see Tron. Even until this day I am hesitant to watch it all the way through in fear I won’t understand it. It’s like that with football. And I consider myself a smart person. Why do most of U.S. Americans get it and I don’t? Why do they keep stopping every couple of seconds? At least in hockey and soccer, it’s pretty clear: just get it in the goal. Simple.
Well, the highlight was the halftime marching band show. They did a ska retrospective, doing a medley of Reel Big Fish, Goldfiner, Dave Ferris, and the Mighty Mighty Bosstones. I know, awesome, right? I almost fell off the side of the stadium with glee. Sad thing is, these college kids were maybe eight or nine when ska was at its peak, and they don’t appreciate it. Sad.
In other news, I’ve had this blog for three years this month. I don’t know if that is sad or exciting. It’s been fun, and for those of you that have stuck along for the ride, I salute you.