go cougs

Two constants of my college career were BYU football and my game day buddies, neither of which changed much over the years, as you can see.  Along the way we added a 5th roommate to our group (who is now my permanent roommate), and thanks to him (or more specifically his parents) I started sitting much closer to the field and enjoying free ice cream during the 3rd quarter.  These are good memories . . .

Tonight we're eatin' pancakes and watchin' the first BYU game of the season. 

It feels weird not to be at the stadium with rest of our Cougar fans, decked in white to cheer on our team.  It feels even weirder to say that David and I are watching our Alma mater play tonight.  Gosh, when did we do all this growing up?  College always seemed to be something I was looking forward to or was in the thick of, but now.  Now, all of a sudden, I'm on the other side of it.  Done.  Graduated.  Moved out and on. 

I'm sure I'll get used to the idea of being an alumni instead of a student, but for now it's still comforting to hear David yell after each down, and know that every fall I'll still have BYU football to look forward to.

Go Cougs.

byu vs. idaho state

 this is when my attention started to waver...

p.s. we probably should have packed some sunscreen - who would have thought in october?

the pig skin

Some girls might call me lucky.

Some girls might pity me.

But I have watched every BYU football game for the past 2 seasons...

Away or home,

I haven't missed a'one.

I'm pretty sure...

 

I happened to have married a man and into a family that loves BYU football.

Bleeds blue.

Go Cougars.

All that jazz.

And I've become pretty savvy with the all this football lingo.

I can tell you what a safety is.
When somebody is off-sides.
How many points you get for a field goal.

And which one is Bronco Mendehall again...?

Alright.
Sometimes I haven't got a clue what's going on down there, but I never turn down the chance to eat a hotdog and don some school pride.

Plus it's a great excuse to take pictures...lots and lots of pictures.

Go Cougs!

P.S. Somehow Dave doesn't own a single BYU shirt...how on earth did this happen? 

homecoming.

in high school it used to mean:

finding a dress, 

not too fancy, but not too casual

finding a date, 

one that would just be fun, this wasn't prom or anything...

and finding a group

preferably one with more people in it that you knew than not

well, for once college has simplified my life.

because now homecoming means:

parades

and football games

no dresses. no stress.
low commitment and low cost

sign me up.

time.

why is it that football time goes so much slower than real time?

picture this:

you're sitting there, 

in the east bleachers...

roasting, 

sweating, 

dying...

(tiny exaggeration)

but you're waitingggg,

waiting for half time because half time means

shade

and a drink 

and relief from this ridiculous heat

and there are 10 minutes left on the clock

you think,

"10 minutes?  I can handle that, no big deal, don't freak out"

except 

in football time one minute is actually the equivalent of two minutes

most of the time... 

except

when there's an injury

or a foul 

or a time out

or a fumble
or a touchdown

or everything else that happens in football

that's when one minute actually ends up being equal to three or four minutes

and half time never comes

so you roast 
and then decide to leave when there are still 5 minutes on the clock till the half

because, gosh darn it, football time takes too long

rise & shout

because there is at least one good thing about the fall...

and no I don't mean bouquets of sharpened pencils

or the leaves changing

or school shopping 

or that wonderful autumn chill in the air

(okay, there's a lot of things I like about fall)

but this particular thing starts on Saturday

I'll give you a hint:

Yes, I'm ridiculously excited about football season.

Goooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Cougars!