We see some more photos from me, TheNick, and Monica's Dad in this installment.
Well, we saw all the pomp and circumstance of the pre-game. And we saw the brutal frustration of the Gestapotastic first half. But, nothing could prepare you for the shorts-wearing awesomeness of the CALIFORNIA ALUMNI MARCHING BAND!
Oh mama, those are some legs! I can count at least 1 CGBer in that photo. Note: not the one with the sweet legs.
Let's be honest here. Many of these alumni bandos have peaked. They're past their prime. You can tell by the high step here. But there are a few that still got it. THEY STILL HAVE IT!
Notice that sweet high step by the sock-rocking dude on the far right there. I don't know him, but his near perfect form leads me to believe he's somebody all the women want and the men want to be. And their leg kick was looking sweet:
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They did a bunch of suggestive dance moves, which led to a bunch of old people shaking their ass at us in the east side of the stadium. There are some things you can never unsee.
They even put some of the most awesome slash fertile alumni band members up on the screen.
Man would I love to be having that trombone players kids. He looks so fertile!
Speaking of fertility, here is Forza Italia grabbing his crotch. Don't let the helmet fool you, he's adjusting.
Before we get to some game action, I gotta note that this vender dude had the sickest hair since Kid met Play.
At the start of the second half, Best was still rocking and rolling. But there were times when people got concerned about him being in the game. Like now:
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And, on one very special play, he was amazing out there:
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Of course, his backups were still getting tons of action, too:
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The O-Line was gathering together prepping for the next drive.
While the Hold the Rope coach held the rope.
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Riley readies the troops:
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They had a thing on this kid with a sick backyard. He had some sort of non-life size field with all this Cal stuff. The 8 year old in me wanted to beg him to let me sleep over. The 28 year old in me STILL wanted to beg him to let me sleep over. Fortunately, I think his dad is Chris Hansen, so it kills 2 birds with one stone.
Riley overthrew Boateng at a point and Boateng fell just right before he had a chance to make catch it. Kinda sucked, but cool visual:
Generally, Riley was playing really well, though.
Even when he had a bad pass, his WRs were making him look good:
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He even was pretty good at running.
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The end result of that drive? A Cal TD!
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Remember this awesome play:
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BTW, I was talking the other day about how big Charles Siddoway and Charles Ragland are. Here is photographic ev:
Siddoway is 76 on the bench. Ragland, 66, is the head directly north of his in this photo. Both massive beasts. Both O-Line. Future looks bright!
Forza Italia and noted scholar David Seawright were chatting on the sideline. Considering how many people bemoan George's kick off abilities, I wonder how back up Seawright feels.
The players were discussing the feeling of finishing up fall camp on the big screen. Cameron Jordan loves to dance:
Jahvid Best was talking about going to Waterworld:
I would toads plotz if I saw Jahvid and Co at a water park. I have to wonder if Jahvid lazily floats down the Infinite River. I bet he just screams down that endless loop of urinating children and really fat people in intertubes.
Soon, the starters were well out of the game and we were into Deboskie-Johnson territory. I wanted to start a chant, so I started screaming "When I say Deboskie, you say Johnson. Deboskie.........Deboskie." But nobody followed me. I even tried the old Hit Squad idea "Ok, men saw Deboskie, women say Johnson, Deboskie.........."
I am clearly not a leader of men.
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The blocking was very good:
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Even fairy god-sprite Isi Sofele got some action. AND HIS FIRST EVER TD. So magical:
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Many teammates came over to celebrate what will be the first of hopefully many TDs.
Things were so out of hand, I guess Tedford wanted to try some emergency kickers out. Or, in the alternative, Tepper is just a hammy kind of guy.
Always nice to have this receipt:
And soon the band was playing us off the stage. Or out the stadium. Or whatever it would be.
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GO BEARS!