The University of Scallop Burritos

…is who came to play against the USC Trojans this past weekend.  My dad and I flew down to see the game and hang out with his friend Jerry.  I was surprised that the USC fans were so polite, we were only booed once and it was actually in fairly good taste (as good as booing can be).  I expected a little more than what we saw.  The USC campus was very nice and equally as large.  What I liked was that as we walked around campus, people were tailgating all over, it showed a lot of community support as well as tie in with the university.The game was a mangled head up of spread offense.  The worst part wasn’t that we lost, rather, that we had that glimmer of hope that came with the first touchdown.  After that it was that nauseating repetitious beating of the ducks.

To ease our pain, we filled out bellies.  We were frequent patrons at Senior Fish, often, I found myself knee-deep in Scallop a scallop burrito.  They had the most fantastic salsas, there is a chance I might try to replicate the fresh salsa, it was so good I could have eaten it solo by the spoonful. Don’t get me wrong, the scallop is one tasty bivalve.

Other than watching our beloved ducks being creamed, we hung out at Jerry’s sipping fine Mexican importsm admiring his new porch, and making crude but slightly insightful jokes.

Once back from the Portland Airport, I gathered up my few remaining things and jumped into my car to be Grove-bound only to find that my hobby-needing mother had plastered, hid, tucked, wrapped, and nestled a something that had to do with USC throughout my car.  In my gum, on my blood donation key chain, on my side mirror, between seats… and there are still more to find I am sure.  As she states it, that was payback for the many trips to restaurants where I semi-steal a spoon, apples, toothpicks, crayons, or honey packet and drop them into her purse.  For some reason, she never finds the hidden goodies until she is out of state teaching a class.  I just want her to be prepared.  That aside, at 11pm on Sunday, I was safely back in the Grove, another weekend gone, but wisely utilized.

Sorry, the quality isn’t fantastic, it’s a cellphone camera, what do you expect?

About Wellsy

Chris is a twenty-something Special Education teacher and Football coach in a little town south of Eugene, Oregon. Chris happily lives with his beautiful wife and his terribly uncoordinated Grate Dane named Moose. Chris has been known to travel, like reading, wanting more time to writing, be in the outdoors more, and generally not befoul the world.

Posted on October 6, 2008, in sports, travel and tagged , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.

  1. If god intended for burritos to contain fish or bi-valves (what would Sarah Palin think about these – where are the straight valves?) she would have given Mexicans gills!

  2. I firmly believe that if a valve of any sort wants to be in my burrito, it should have equal opportunities and chances to be there along with the chicken, cow, or pig that is traditionally there. Meat + burrito is all burrito to me.

  3. What we have here is a Trojan purse. I am retaliating with actual (USC) Trojans. I don’t need a hobby. I have a new hobby– making you regret each and every one of the dozens of items you have hidden in my purse. There are literally hundreds of USC items hidden in your car. I really like my new gravatar (shown at left.) Chris, it’s a picture of you in a USC hat and jacket in lovely USC colors. Look closely and I think you can see the final score of the USC-UO game. What was it? Something like 84-10? Here is the truth that you didn’t tell about my purse. Into it you have put: fruit, crayons, chopsticks, toothpicks, cutlery, paper, peanuts, and virtually any food product smaller than a side of beef. You have done this in multiple countries over multiple months. I have repeatedly and unknowingly gone through airport security with dozens of illicit ketchup and mustard packets in my purse. I don’t dare mention that I have innocently gone through security carrying my own dinner knife. I’m sure that you put the knife was there to distract the TSA from the forbidden packets of honey you stashed. Until you promise to let my bag just go back to holding my wallet and cell phone, I am going to devote my life to helping you become the biggest USC fan that ever lived. Go Trojans!

  4. That’s an exaggeration… a pure falsehood… I could fit something bigger than a side of beef in your purse. Your purse is half your size.

  5. Good Mexican food is one of my favorite things about living in Los Angeles.

    Megs and I almost went to the game, but we already had plans to go to my grandpa’s birthday. Seems like it was for the best. We went to the UCLA game last year, so I’ve already had my fill of going to losing Ducks games for now. 😦

    -= Chris

  6. I had an eye out for you and Megs, you let me down. Of course, I could have also contacted you before but I’ll let the blame lie.

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