
I looked Pete Carroll in the eye that day and called him a "bitch." He sniffled and hid behind some linebacker, pretending not to hear me. I spat on their rows of Heisman trophies (O.J.'s especially), and really wasn't all that impressed with that lame-ass crystal football that they seemed so proud of. Keanu Reeves was also nearby filming Constantine on campus that day. No wonder that movie flopped after being filmed at such a lame school.
Before I left I vowed that one day the streets of Pasadena would run red with the blood of the Trojans after the 94th Rose Bowl where they would taste the bitter, rotting sourness of defeat. Then I checked out some of their ridiculous cheerleaders and bought a t-shirt at the bookstore.
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