Brian's dad drove us in the Cadillac, much of the time while on his cell phone with Chris, Brian's brother.
On her own cell phone Brian's mom called Aunt Carol to sing Happy Birthday.
While both the driver and navigator distract themselves we hold on for dear life in the back. Why watch NASCAR on Fox when I can live it.
We start out behind Chris...
...then some fancy driving puts us in front.
Los Angeles from the 10 freeway.
Chris tries to make his move...
...but is unsuccessful.
In the parking lot you can tell a lot about a person by the jersey he dons.
Partying with the Day family.
The only person that would play catch with me was Mrs. Day. Besides a wicked arm she makes some delectable cherry chocolate chip cookies. You heard me - CHERRY.
Chris Day in all his glory.
Chris bet me $5 that I couldn't eat half my sandwich in five minutes and then whistle.
Mr. Lincoln, meet my pocket.
My pocket, meet some USC cheerleaders.
My name is Maximus Decimus Meridius, Commander of the Armies of the North, General of the Felix Legions, loyal servant to the true emperor, Marcus Aurelius.
What we do in life echoes in eternity."
Naked statues in front of the Coliseum (photo credit to Brian).
The Days and their sweet seats.
Brian thanks his dad for not giving us these seats.
Instead we get the better view of the retired jerseys.
Matt Leinart (11) warming up.
Fortunately there were some open seats next to the Days so Brian and I moved up in time to see USC preparing to score.
Traveler celebrating a touchdown.
Me and the USC marching band.
My paisan, Tommy Lasorda.
Tommy and Rod Dedeaux, who coached USC's baseball team for 45 years (including 11 appearances in the NCAA Baseball World Series, 10 of which were victories) with a career win-loss-tie record of 1,332-571-11 and a .699 percentage.
Mike Tellez in the hizz-ouse.
The Olympic Flame lights up at the beginning of the fourth quarter.
Another seven points.
Scoreboard, baby! A special thanks goes to the Day family for their generous hospitality.