Walter and Malia invited me this morning to go to an Aztec game, this morning. I am a planner so last minute events are out of my element, which is exactly why I decided to go. That and the fact that Walter and Malia are super, and this would be the first college football game I have ever attended. Walter set up the satellite so we could watch TV as we barbecued hot dogs, and drank beer. Walter continuously told me that we were living the American dream.
We didn't watch just anything on TV but the very game that was playing just a few hundred feet away. This must be part of the American dream.
I could not help but notice how small college players are compared to professional athletes. But the cheerleaders looked small too, so I am wondering if this is just what happens as you get older; people start looking younger.
The Aztec game at Qualcomm was a great way to spend a brisk San Diego day. Maybe the American dream is just doing what you want to do when you want to do it. I was happy to be part of some non-planned fun.