No love lost between Bruins and Buckeyes

When I started holding get-togethers for UCLA Bruins in Ohio, we found that we had a few things in common that we hadn’t expected.

• While we enjoyed living in California, and particularly in and around UCLA, we didn’t want to go back. We love living in Ohio. We’re proud to wear our blue and gold, fly our Bruin flags, and adorn our cars with custom license plates and UCLA frames around Ohio plates.
• We could talk for hours about our favorite Los Angeles area food hangouts, particularly those that served great Mexican food (Tito’s Tacos, El Tepeyac, Avila’s El Ranchito, King Taco, El Tecalote, La Luz del Dia, or whatever taqueira was on the nearest street corner) or juicy burgers (In N Out, Fatburger, and Tommy’s). We’ve found suitable burgers in Ohio, thanks mostly to Michael Symon, and terrifc sandwiches at Melt. But finding authentic Mexican food in Ohio is a common, very challenging, quest. I recommended Momocho and signing up for the Taco Tuesday notices on Facebook.
• Enough already with Ohio State and the Buckeyes. We were sick to death of hearing about that place in Columbus with the uninspiring colors and mascot. And the Script Ohio with the tuba dotting the I? Are you kidding me? Did you know that all UCLA students have the opportunity to sit in the card section and help perform the UCLA signature stunt during halftime at a Bruin football game? And we love listening to the the Solid Gold sound of our UCLA Marching Band (I have a CD) and watching them complete  their own script UCLA on the field while wearing the coolest collegiate colors ever.

So, today a friend who is an Ohio native but didn’t attend that school in Columbus, sent me this joke. I’m sure you’ll all be amused, regardless of which school you attended.

PROUD PAPA

The year is 2016 and the United States has just elected the first
woman president who happens to be from Ohio. A few days after the
election the president-elect, whose name is Debra, calls her father and
says, "So, Dad, I assume you will be coming to my inauguration?"

"I don't think so. It's a 10 hour drive."

"Don't worry about it Dad, I'll send Air Force One. And a limousine
will pick you up at your door."

"I don't know. Everybody will be so fancy. What would your mother wear?"

"Oh Dad," replies Debra, 'I'll make sure she has a wonderful gown
custom-made by the best designer in Washington."

"Honey," Dad complains, "you know I can't eat those rich foods you eat."

The President-to-be responds, "Don't worry Dad. The entire affair will
be handled by the best caterer in Washington; I'll ensure your meals
are salt free. You and mom just have to be there."

So Dad reluctantly agrees, and on January 20, 2017, Debra is being
sworn in as President of the United States. In the front row sits the
new president's dad and mom.

Dad, noticing the senator sitting next to him, leans over and
whispers, "You see that woman over there with her hand on the Bible,
becoming President of the United States."

The Senator whispers back, "You bet I do."

Dad says proudly, "Her brother played football at Ohio State."