Kickoff at Youngstown State seemed fairly normal. The game continued with appreciation but nothing added. Sometime after that a realization came to mind: I'm a senior. Last shot (trying to fail a class in the school of communication takes work) before the real world and hopefully a great gig. Or any gig. Will it top this one? Absolutely impossible. No problem though except now it's officially USC week.
Broadcasting three consecutive national championship losses and hearing both chants of Gator/Tiger bait hurt. Naturally my jaw dropped when In and Out Burger coupled with Urban Meyer's defense stymied Heisman Troy. I yearned for the Rose Bowl after another great start faded with three second quarter LSU scores, in effect sinking the Bucks hopes. However…
Let's be real, I went to Arizona (twice including Notre Dame win), New Orleans and Atlanta (for the final four), I had nothing to complain about. The experiences created lasting memories and lessons from some of the countries top reporters. This great game of college was continuing and the losses just didn't burn as badly. Heck a trip to the Big Easy the first week after turning 21? That was the story of some hurricanes. Not a Gustav or a Marve but a drink that's size and strength makes Bourbon Street seem a wee bit hazy.
Now however the past is the past and one last chance to cover a national champion remains. After a lifelong love affair with scarlet Saturday's that rarely turned gray this season signifies my last chance to actually win that big one. I can't help but consider that Saturday night will be different. Victory means a party in the Cali sunshine and a renewed national respect for the Midwest’s top pigskin program. Defeat means reflection. Something I don't want to comprehend. Something we all don't wish to go through again.
Time to listen to LAX, by hip hop extraordinaire, The Game. That's all I want to do, the recently released CD combines outstanding beats, silky smooth lyrics and a constant reminder that I'm headed to LA. Nearly every song focuses on the city of angels (and of course metaphors showing love to NBA stars like Lebron and Dwight Howard). Without an angel (preferably not Christopher Lloyd) my college game may be up like 50 Cent's reign anywhere near the top (50 will prove yet again how pathetic he is by failing to respond to The Game's well timed bashes).
Three title losses and a Trojan triumph means worlds of talent won't yield a national title for the class of 2009. I believe wholeheartedly we can win this football game and we must. I have no interest in finally bearing the true sting I’ve basically avoided with incredible trips the last two falls plus one winter. Even with the win the LA Coliseum may provide a Trojan treat in the form of an SEC team to spoil a third BCS contest. Bring on that damn horse cause this land native's not ready to see the dream die in La La.
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