be-UTE-iful

I've learned a few things this week...some of which surprised me.

First, I love a good fight. {Is there something wrong with me?} Cougars, don't try to do your stupid Haka on our field. We won't let you.

Second, when your only game plan is to throw to the same person all night long, we can do this all night long. And double your score while we're at it.

Third, for the first time in forever, I have respect for Mr. Austin Collie. I've hated him since he arrived in Provo. But, after Saturday's game, he was the only Cougar who was a good sport, and gave props to my Utes for a good job. Who knew? I kind of felt sorry for the poor kid. He's an awesome football player, I will give him that, but his team expected him to do it all. He was exhausted by the 3rd quarter. Who I will not acknowledge as being good sports is Mr. Mendenhall and Mr. Hall. What a bunch of sore losers! People expect more out of you, Bronco. But I don't. And I don't like you, either.

Then, on Monday, I learned this...

Okay, I already knew. But it was confirmed at the Dr's office. And I couldn't be more excited! And neither could the girls. They are already asking when the baby is coming. It's going to be a long journey I'm afraid. Little one comes sometime in June! {And the best part...I love my doctor. It's always scary to try somebody new, but I hit the bullseye on the first try this time around!}

Our Time Now

In honor of rivalry week, I dug up an old elementary class photo of Shane. It's kind of sad, but very funny.

Game time Saturday 4 pm. Cougars are going down!

Lock-down

Okay, you know the drill. If you want to get in, you're going to have to leave me your email. Lock-down begins promptly.

This means friends, enemies, strangers, stalkers and wannabes. This is an equal opportunity blog.

I know it bites {sorry, Twilight fever, uggh}. Deal with it {Rachael}.

Fully-loaded

It appears that my last post didn't read the way it was intended. For the record, I have no hard feelings about any of the situations that were referred to. Although I do agree that fans need to be nicer to each other, I can take a joke. I sometimes forget that not everybody is on the same page, and what I didn't realize was that my post was going to come off as a rant, which is wasn't meant to be.

So, we need to clear something up. 95% of everything I write on this little blog of mine, is super sarcastic.

My favorite blogs to read are those where the writer is expressing thoughts, beliefs and realities. I love hearing what you have to say, even if I don't agree. And even if I disagree, I still love to know what you think. And because that's what I love to read, that is how I sometimes write. But I would never use this forum to berate or call somebody out for doing something that I disagreed with. So, I go about it with sarcasm. If I think something is funny, it may end up on the blog. But never because I'm upset.

So, unfortunately, if you're looking to steer clear of sarcasm and sporadic controversy, you may want to skip this blog. It won't offend me at all. I realize that we all have different personalities when it comes to this stuff. Just a disclaimer.

And one more thing, while I am outnumbered as a fan at some family parties (on both sides), I very rarely feel offended and/or attacked. No family members and/or relationships were harmed during the before mentioned dinner table exchange.

Quite Frankly

The drama. It never ends.

For Halloween, Shane and I dressed up for each other. He wore my Ute football jersey (and looked hot, by the way), and I wore his "Totally Invested" BYU fan t-shirt. And we both got a good laugh about it--because that's the way we roll. While we can argue about statistics and get all emotional about "fan feelings" during November, we mostly play into each other's hype. And we've dealt with it, mostly lovingly, for more than 10 years. And it's kind of fun.

A couple of weeks ago, at a family party, it was brought up around the dinner table that 2 family members (both men) have stated that they would never have married a Utah fan. Basically, either admitting their admiration for Shane and his ability to lower his standards, or trying to tell me that I'm not worthy enough to be part of a "BYU is better than Utah" family. Niiicce! What do you say at that point?

Wait, it gets worse. Shane tried to lighten things up a bit by saying that he was more than willing to dress himself as a Ute, because it probably meant that he would get lucky (did I mention how good looking that jersey was on him?). I laughed, as did a few others. But, and I'm dead serious, another family member adds "I would rather NOT get lucky than have to wear that". And that just made me sad for his wife.

I mean, seriously? SERIOUSLY? Closed-minded much? Can it really be that bad?

Now, really. I hate BYU football. Let's just state that for the record (as if you didn't already know). And I suppose that most BYU football fans hate my team. But why do we have to hate each other as fans? It's so ridiculous. And I'll be the first to admit that some BYU fans are my least favorite people in the world. But there are other Cougar fans who are my most favorite people. The difference? The way you carry yourself. If you can have a conversation without bashing, I will listen. What I won't listen to is you telling me how your team is better because you won a championship in 1984, and because more people go to your games. Also, I will not listen to you talk sports if I know that you never watch a minute of football. These girls (and, okay, some guys) who are "fans" of their husband's/dad's team, just because, but don't know a thing about what's going on is comical. It's a waste of my time and frankly just ticks me off.

The truth is, we've both had our years where our team is better. And it will continue that way until the end of football. And when it's not your year, it's painful. I understand that, trust me. But don't be a hater of someone who is enjoying the ride. Get over it! I will cheer as hard as I can for my Utes, you cheer as loud as you want for your Cougars.

And instead of asking my husband "how can you be married to a Ute fan", just tell me to my face that you can't stand me. I'll respect you alot more that way!

Go Utes! Beat TCU!