I've got my 2005 True Blue shirt on. I've got my Cal hat on. I'm walking around my house humming Big C and the chorus of the Cal Drinking Song (The "drink, drank, druuuUNK last niiiiiGHT, drunk the night BEFORE!"...part certainly applies this time....)

The weather is still foggy, cool, and crisp. I have my California sweater in hand, but I probably won't need it. As I type nearly 60,000 alumni, students, and fans are making that trek through the campus up the hill to Strawberry Canyon....to see Cal play SacState....SacState! They'd be lucky to see half that number when I was a freshman.

Is it wrong that a major reason I came back *here* for grad school was two more Autumns of student tickets in Memorial Stadium? I'm kidding! Kinda. Haha.

I have no idea who's reading this thing now, since I've met a lot of new folks lately who might wander over here from my AIM profile or whatnot(hi!). Allow me a brief moment to explain. My enthusiasm Cal football is an anomaly. It's absurd. It doesn't quite fit. But that's why I love it.

Saturdays in Memorial Stadium. Ahhhhhhh. Bliss.