Off topic, but whatever...
After reading your posting, I got to thinking about some of the bad things that happened to me in California, it reminded me of a day in 1976, when I was doing a takeoff out of the Truckee airport, and swallowed a bird (turboprop), which caused one of the engines to fail. I had so little power available on the remaining engine, that I couldn't climb, raise the gear, or turn back. I had to fly down the valley until I got to Lake Tahoe, and by then I had gained enough altitude to clean up the aircraft and slowly climb to an altitude that would guarantee me the ability to glide to a smooth field on the far side of the mountains if the other engine failed.
I couldn't get the damaged engine running, but was able to make it to Oakland. (The reason I couldn't raise the gear right away, was that the extension of the gear doors would have caused more drag and put me in the trees).
I was stuck in Oakland for a week while the engine was changed, and decided to see my favourite football team, the Oakland Raiders. At the time (1976), they were undefeated, and were playing Colorado, the last place team in the league. The Raiders lost, and played so poorly, that i would bet half the people in the stadium were ready to commit sidways, and the other half were so mad that they wanted to find a small person and beat him.