And then they were back to the drawing board.

Cautious of the unknown, the Bruins head into tonight’s matchup against Cal Baptist wary of the visiting Lancers.

When deciding whether to travel to Pullman, Wash., to watch our beloved UCLA Bruins, or visit a friend in Knoxville, Tenn., last weekend for a chance to watch some Southeastern Conference football, I’m grateful I chose the latter.

As a history major, the birth of our nation is a very important holiday to me. But this year it took a backseat to the Jrue Holiday that occurred the day before, when the best Southern California combo guard prospect since Baron Davis gave his verbal commitment to play for Coach Ben Howland.

Fifteen minutes before tip-off and something doesn’t feel right.
I left my lucky UCLA wristband at the hotel.
I had on a clean Den shirt, my 1995 Final Four hat and my khaki cargo shorts that should have been upgraded years ago.

The Los Angeles marathon is the best place to people watch ever.
As I wait for the start: To the right of me I see a superhero with a beer belly; to the left, a man with a huge fake blue Afro; up ahead, a girl in a sports bra with writing all over her body from her friends.

My friends tease me about dying, but the chances of that have got to be really slim.
Still, you tell someone on campus that you’re training for the Los Angeles Marathon and they look at you like you’re humming the USC fight song.