Undercover Rebel: Part II

I’m one lucky Rebel.
The BCS as we know it came to a close on Monday night and I was there to witness it all (albeit in an Auburn jersey instead of my native Red and Blue). The outcome of the game was disappointing, but the overall experience was nothing short of amazing.
While the Arctic Vortex took hold of most of the country, it was sunny and 75 degrees in Pasadena the whole weekend. I hate sightseeing in parkas, so I was excited to ditch the layers for short sleeves. We fit it all in: the Hollywood sign, the Walk of Fame, celebrity homes, Madam Tussauds, and Hollywood/Vine. We ate lunch at the Original Farmers Market and shopped The Grove. We saw a lot more orange/blue than maroon/white. War Eagles were heard up and down Hollywood Blvd. It was fantastic.
Monday, we toured Warner Bros. studios (if you watch PLL, Big Bang Theory, or Friends, you should be jealous) before attending the official Auburn Alumni Association pep rally. Food and booze were included in the ticket price. It was not a bad deal at all. Way to party, alumni!
At the game, I stood in the student section, which was rowdy, but nowhere near the level of students in the Vaught. There were a lot more legally purchased Coors Light tallboys (at $13 each) than smuggled-in liquor bottles than I’m used to seeing. Although, it wasn’t a bad thing. I didn’t see anyone passed out or escorted away for picking a fight. Everyone was there for the football.
With such a high-profile game, I didn’t expect both fan bases to be so gracious, kind and good-spirited (with the exception of jokes about FSU quarterback Jameis Winston’s recent scandal). We didn’t have a single run in or rude comment from an FSU fan. I guess we were all grateful to thaw out for a couple days.
So, thank you for accepting this (undercover) Ole Miss Rebel at the National Championship, Auburn fans! It was a blast! War Eagle and Hotty Toddy!
 

Proof that I was undercover. I carried by Fins up coozie everywhere and showed it off proudly.

Short sleeves at Hollywood & Vine.

A little piece of home in sunny California.

The Rose Bowl stadium opened in 1922, just seven years after Vaught-Hemmingway hosted its first game.

I may or may not have cheered “It’s great…to be…an Auburn Tiger”.