For the upcoming premiere of the musical “The Rose Bowl Queens,” tiaras and fringed sashes are unwelcome. A split fingernail suffered by a float-riding Pasadena parader is nothing compared to the pain of watching your anchor leave a Bucket, Bedposts or the Big Four. The pasted-on smile of television’s New Year’s debutante isn’t remotely as joyous as teammates’ beer-cheers for a Hambone.In case you haven’t gotten it by now, “The Rose Bowl Queens” has zero to do with the Jan.






