Bill Plaschke, Los Angeles Times

One world is dirt streaks on concrete walls, barred doors and muted dreams. The other world is cardinal and gold in glittering cases, open doors offering endless hope. Every morning during the football season, Ricky Rosas leaves one world for the other world. Every morning, he leaves his East Los Angeles home to catch bus No. 720, then transfers to bus No. 754, then jumps out near the Vermont Street entrance to USC… continue