There really isn't anything notable about the small hill on the golf course. It isn't exceptionally high, in fact it's hardly a bump at all. It is however situated along the concrete river that flows in the fairway/parking lot 7 at the Rose Bowl.
Four hours before game-time the young people who looked like badger students started to arrive en masse at the small hillock. The drinking started immediately with a vengence. Young people, dressed in red, some in stripes, some in weird get-ups came with full cases of some of the cheapest beer our fine nation has to offer.
They were loud. Passing by, on lookers were amazed by the carnage they saw. Gaping too long at the scene and wearing the wrong colors earned a sarcastic comment or two. "&$^ the Ducks" being the clear favorite.
Two hours before the game the "partay" reached a crescendo. A fight erupted on the hill. Security on bicycles appeared at warp speed. The forces of legal normality waded into the crowd of badger teen spirit and began to break up the convocation. The young inebriated of the family mustelidae began to dissipate into other locations, not without trouble.
Laid out on the mound was ruin. Occupy Madison, Eugene or Portland would wince at the devastation left behind by the badger youth. And that was only the litter.
Fans streaming into the stadium were greeted by vistas of besotted cete unable to rise and attend their execution.
