We went to the BYU football game today (go Cougars!) It's always enjoyable to be part of the mob mentality with no other worries in the world other than whether or not we're going to get the next down. I always end up learning something about the intricacies of football. (What is it with the male DNA that they somehow inherently know all the ins and outs of football rules?) It was great to go with my dad, Christian, and brother-in-law Peter.
Although we were hoping for a shut-out, BYU did manage to pull together a win. Let me tell you, however, that there were many frustrated fans in our section of the stands. Frustrated with the refs (of course) but at the weird mistakes our team kept making. And there was this one dude who was consistently open and made more first downs than I could count.
Weather.com forecast that it would possibly be snowing and probably be raining, so we geared up. I think I'm getting more and more of a wimp. Even while wearing a sweatshirt, long-sleeved shirt, coat, and beanie, I was cold the whole time, but those around me (wearing much less than I was) acted as if they hardly felt the cold. My Sapporo cold-toughness must be wearing off...gotta go back I guess :)
But to be frank, one of the definite highlights of the day was getting to see this guy. Can anyone beat that?
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