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When I was a young man I wanted to go to Notre Dame so, so badly. It didn't work out cuz I'm not, ya know, smart, but before they rejected me from their prestigious institution I got to see Notre Dame play Oregon St. in the Fiesta Bowl in Tuscon, Arizona. The game was on New Year's Day, and on New Year's Eve, Tuscon has a HUGE
party that's 9 blocks by 9 blocks. It was amazing.
My friend and I walked through this party and quickly ascertained that the "place to be" was inside the Jose Cuervo section, where tequila flowed like the Colorado River and women were...well, still unattainable. For two eighteen-year-old high school seniors, this was like the Grotto in the Playboy Mansion. In any event, I hatched a genius plan to ask some drunken frat guys for their wristbands, and we were granted access to the forbidden temple.
Oh, the tequila. We got good and drunk, and, as we wandered around aimlessly, we realized that we were supposed to meet our friends at 10:30. We had no watches, so we went up to the first pair of people we could find to ask for the time. As my friend asked the non-famous of the two for the time, I looked at the other guy. I nudged my friend as I introduced myself.
"Hey! Jason Kidd!"
My friend looked at me like I had spit on this dude's face, but he too realized that it was Jason Kidd.
Now, I know Jason Kidd is not a big deal to most people, but we had come from Oakland, CA, the hometown of Jason Kidd. He had briefly gone to our high school before transferring, and we watched him play at Cal as kids (kidds). He was still in the prime of his career playing for the Suns, and he was kind of a baller. So we were a little starstuck. And drunk. It was a great combination.
Unfortunately, we neglected to mention any of these facts about being from Oakland, watching him at Cal, or going to that high school because we're idiots, so we just managed an awkward "Hey, you're cool!" and left the man alone.
A few minutes later we were arrested for drinking underage (different story) and, after being threatened with jailtime, were driven back to the hotel. My dad laughed it off and sent us to our room for the evening. We were to enjoy the New Year from our beds. Great.
As we counted down the minutes to midnight, who appeas on TV but Jason Kidd, live from the block party. Apparently he was the most famous celebrity at the whole thing. And we had asked him for the time! Awesome. We had the best New Year's eve two guys in a hotel room in Tuscon could possibly have, sans hookers.
The End.
Epilogue: Two months later Jason Kidd was busted for beating his wife. Then he got divorced and now has a new, hotter wife. My friend got a court date for being arrested, didn't show up, had a warrant issued, and was later re-arrested when he returned to Arizona with his dad and got drunk and spun donuts around a security car. Apparently they forgot about me cuz I got nothing.
Notre Dame got SMOKED by an Oregon State team the next day that featured Chad Ochocinco and T.J. Houshmansadah (sp) and we cried. Then they rejected us both from their school and we cried again. We liked to cry back then.
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