I'll scattershoot a bit also:
Cal fans were appreciative of our fans coming out to Cali. Many expressed dismay we would come all the way from Flyover to see this game. It was a nice opportunity to talk to them about what we do at NT, and about Texas. I was surprised, as was referenced above, that a number of fans were fully aware of the sad demise of the great city of San Francisco. And they aren't happy about it, no matter the political side they are on. I met more conservatives than I expected. One nice lab rat guy gave Dr. Houdek, Judge Holland, my family and others a quick tour of the things he liked about his campus: a fountain dedicated to a homeless dog that used to come around campus at certain times of day knowing he would be well fed; the free speech monument he showed us. Apparently, it and the space above it are considered sovereign. A circle of refuge. He told my wife that he is a conservative and it was great to chat with others without concern of pissing off anyone for no good reason. He told us if he ever gets chased by cops, he is going to stand in the circle. But he is a Conservative, so there really won't be much reason to be chased by cops.
I took my wife to Sonoma and Napa, and my wife and son to Yosemite during the week. I then hated the first quarter, loved most of the rest of the game, informed Mason Fine's sister (?), girlfriend (?), aunt (?) of the TD that broke the NT record for touchdown passes, toasted my Laphroaig to the team to start and end the game (and a bit in between), sat with Mean Green Matt by happenstance, with whom I sat by happenstance at the NM Bowl, kissed my bride and hugged my son on a couple of sweet 2H touchdowns and enjoyed a beautiful day for football.
I enjoyed some decent BBQ near the SJC airport hotel for dinner and then flew home Sunday morning. Oh yeah....when I went to get my car from the hotel parking garage at 5:45 am Sunday morning, I found my rental car (and others) had been broken in to, rear window and front passenger window smashed, my son's dirty laundry scattered about but nothing else the bastard could steal. And he left the Be Calm and Go Mean Green shirt. Ah, the true California experience.