To my mother who turned the game off because we were losing by so much

(It's Sunday. I'm going to talk about college football. Get used to it. And no, I don't know that man...but that's what you get when you plug in UCLA + pumpkins into Google.)

It was this close to being the best football Saturday ever. (That would be when SC loses and UCLA wins.)

But it was also THIS close to being the worst. (I'm sure you can figure that one out.)

USC ALMOST lost. Stupid Notre Dame. STUPID STUPID FREAKIN' NOTRE DAME.

Of course SC had to win in the last seven seconds. Of course that game is now being called One For the Ages.

USC always wins. Always. There's some kind of golden halo surrounding that team. AND IT MAKES ME SO MAD.

But then again, we were losing to Washington State by 21 points (TWICE) and still came back to win in overtime. My favorite quote from that article...

"I might have a heart attack one of these days, but I'll tell you what, if I have to win them all like this, I'll take it every time," Dorrell said after the Bruins won their third consecutive tight game. (Dorrell is the UCLA coach, for those not in the know.)

Jeez maneez, even when I don't actually go to the game (no, I was not going to fly to Pullman, Washington), they're STILL TRYING TO KILL ME.

Truly, oh gutty-little-Bruins...why why why do we always have to come from behind? I was screaming so loudly in my own home, that I'm sure the neighbors thought the men in the little white coats had arrived, and I was fighting my institutionalization.

Again, when you already have no voice from being sick...hmmmm...these types of football games...NOT HELPING.

I need to get ready to go to a pumpkin-carving party now. Maybe I'll make a USC voodoo pumpkin and relish the carving that much more. They'll still win. But I'll feel better.