Cal State-Fullerton is known derisively as Cal State-Disneyland because it's situated only 15 minutes from the amusement park in Anaheim. Indeed, too often, the kind of football the Titans play is positively goofy; they are 2-9 this year. Still, they do have their moments, as in 1984 when they beat Hawaii for the first time in eight attempts. That prompted defensive tackle Ron McLean to quip, "They called us Cal State-Disneyland and we took them right to the Haunted House."
Once, at Colorado State, Fullerton was greeted with Mickey Mouse hanging in effigy from a goal post. That was enough to incite the Titans to victory. After the game, McLean was beside himself. "They should have known they couldn't get away with that," he said.
Through all the highlights and lowlights, McLean, who is a 6'4", 260-pound fifth-year senior, has been the perfect Cal State-Disneyland representative. For example, he routinely sleeps with his shoulder pads and helmet the night before a game. "They need rest, too," says McLean. "They have a big game ahead of them." Sort of like sleeping with a teddy bear, huh? "Well, no," he sniffs. "I just like to keep a good relationship with my gear. It's more like a carpenter and his hammer."
McLean also likes to practice his pass rush in a local park—against a tree. The tree has yet to juke him successfully. Says McLean, who may have fallen victim to too many visits to Fantasy-land, or perhaps an excessive number of trips down the Matter-horn, "I am a little different, but I live and die for this stupid game."