"Yes you were," said Rodgers.
Not far away, on the other side of the wall that separates the two dressing rooms beneath the Coliseum, Davis peeled away his dirty uniform and then perched on a small bench. Next to him someone had placed a small red rose. He said he had read some of the stuff the UCLA players had said before the game, but it hadn't bothered him.
"But now that it's over maybe this town will finally shut up," he said. "That's all we heard: how great the UCLA offense was. It's a good offense, but I just wanted to show people that all those big statistics and all those points scored in the past don't mean nothing. Not until they do it to us. That's why I don't believe in national ratings. Everybody doesn't play everybody else. How come Ohio State has been No. 1? They never played us. Well, we'll get either them or Michigan in the Rose Bowl. That's really going to be something. And we've got all that time before we play."
"Relax? No," Anthony Davis said. "To sweat. Now that we found out what kind of an offense we got, we can really go to work on it. Then on New Year's Day we'll find out just how good it actually is."