That title is directed to the three or four BYU fans who read my blog (you know who you are. . .you're staring at your big milk silo draped in the Y banner). I have to say that I am not necessarily partial to the U, especially when it comes to football, but I'm not partial to the Y either. I'm nondenominational. I know you might not believe it, but up until the age of 14 I was a Y fan because my dad was (and he's sometimes scary) and then after that I was a U fan because Jenn was (and it made my dad mad) and now that I do what I want, I just don't care. It does make it difficult when they play each other (that is going to be such a good game) but maybe I'll just flip a coin to decide who to cheer for. Because let's be honest folks, neither team cares how I feel. And since I KNOW you guys will be my friends anyway, I'll stay impartial.
But. I do go to the University of Utah and I pay them a lot of money (or a bank does in my behalf) so I feel I have the right to go and cheer for them when awesome free tickets come my way. I even bought a sweatshirt (that is actually really cute and I'll wear when I teach Utah history because it just says UTAH on it) that I wanted to wear last night at my house because it was cold but feared I may have to find a new place to live.
Wow. This is a long-sentenced post with a lot of parenthesis. I hope it makes sense.
So, I got these cool tickets from my boss (THANKS SCOTT!) so Laura and I went. It was fun and crazy and she already blogged about it so I will just put up a link. I won't even take out the part about her taking a picture with a hottie because we all know it is her husband anyway, you're not tricking anyone. So. Enjoy. And if you don't like the team, just go for the cute pics of
us.