Jack has once again proved himself the most reliable of friendly former students by thinking of me enough to give me his tickets. I'm sure part of the reason is that Arizona has played their best when I'm in attendance. I'm some sort of good luck charm.
Only not for my team, sadly.
Still, it will be fun to see our talented-but-inconsistent freshmen live. I'll refrain from my usual prediction about how much we're going to lose by -- a strange ritual designed to produce the opposite effect -- because everyone knows we have no chance this time around.
There, I did it anyway.
Go Bears!
Win one for the school where even the frat and sorority types had 4.0 GPAs in high school; for a climate that requires the wearing of clothing; for the drum circle in Lower Sproul; for Amoeba; for UPB; for the Campanile looming out of the fog; for the reading room in the library; for the Eucalyptus grove; for the always-broken escalator at Berkeley Bart; for memories of the hideous bagel dog at the Neutron Bakery; for Wulf Zendik's clan; for Barrington; for me.
Go Bears, not cats.
Go Bears!
