I am 63 almost 64 years old. I vividly remember 1958 when my father and I were at a barber shop in Visalia. My father and another man started arguing about the 1959 Rose Bowl and how Iowa was a (I think) 17 point favorite over the Bears. My Dad said no way and bet the man $1.00 that CAL would beat the spread. Now $1.00 was a lot of money to our family then, we were on the opposite end of wealthy. Needless to say Iowa beat us by much more that 17 points. 38-12. My Dad paid off on that bet. I figured that we would get another chance with CAL the following year. I was ten at the time. My Dad died the next year without getting a chance to win his $1.00 back. But after 52 years I have not had the chance to win the $1.00 back either. All that I can say as to what a Rose Bowl would mean to me is that I would dearly love the chance to win my father's dollar back. I plan on attending the Rose Bowl and going to the parade when CAL goes to the game. I only hope and wish that one day I get the chance before it is too late.
" />" />" />" />"> However, getting this is all out of proportion to what it really should mean, which really means I am nuts! I dream of sitting in the Rose Bowl, sunny day as usual, seats on the 50 purchased for $5000, watching the blimp overhead, looking at the view from the Arroyo, hearing the national anthem, seeing the stealth bomber or formation of jets flying over, and then all of a sudden the Cal Band kicks up and the team takes the field. I dream of this thing to put myself to sleep quite frankly!<br /><br />Yessirre....5-6000 dead Cal fans on January 2nd!<br /><br />:gobears: