Volleyballs and bottles

I had an eventful weekend. Two days ago, I went on the bus to the Pyramid, I met this drunken guy at a bus stop who told me about his appreciation for California, and his loathing of New York, and his never-ending love for Long Beach State. He’s a cool guy, but I don’t think he’s got a lot more years to go. And on the bus, I met this alumnus who had an appreciation for college football. We chatted a little bit on the upcoming season; I’m looking forward to it. I think USC will pound Hawaii, but by 3 or 4 touchdowns. Anything more would be declared a blowout by me. Anything less would be declared…a game.

I had to wait a few hours for the game to begin, so I loitered around the Pyramid, seeing some old documents about the founding of the University (which is younger than Long Beach City), and then the game began. There was a good crowd on the feast, and the band was there, too. So after each good play, I waved my pennants, and after each big play, I did an X with my flags. After the win, I danced on my seat in celebration. We defeated the Long Island Blackbirds in three straight sets, though we rallied in the third.

The next day, I went to the Parkside dorms on campus and rallied up the gang to venture out to the Pyramid and watch some volleyball. Sacramento State was no pushover; they really tested the 49ers early. I couldn’t watch the rest of the game because for the second time this year (including the Galaxy game I attended in July)…my shorts got ripped. I had to ask my mom to drive me home, and I dropped the tattered shorts in the recycle bin. Let the bums use that one. I found out today that the 49ers won the game 3 games to 2. Looks like the ladies dug deep and rallied.

Today I’m just gonna send some bottles to the campus recycling center and get some cash. And then I’ll apply for some more positions at the 49er Shops. Nothing too special…until tomorrow comes.