springtime fancies
Ahhh springtime...when the fancies of this young man turn to...football. Sorry if you were expecting something more poetic or noble, but I have my diversions and indulgences. College football is one of them. You already know from previous posts that I am an alumnus of Brigham Young University. Yes, BYU is my favorite team. It's been difficult the last couple of years being a fan, especially if you drive the Undefeated in 20XX bandwagon as I do annually. But hope springs eternal and they were undefeated at the start of each season. Spring is a great time. College football fans are fed a small dose of their passion to hold them over for that interminable period of dreariness known simply as the off-season. Cougarboard, the online watering hole for BYU fans, gets pretty weird around this time. I prefer to hibernate during this period, but occasionally, I have to emerge for a fix. It's horribly addicting.I didn't use to be this way. Growing up, I had very little interest in football. Even as I entered BYU, I had very little interest, but fate had other plans for me. As it turned out, the social scene for Saturday afternoons was the football games. The girls were there, my friends were there, why not? I could go cheer for the home team, show a little spirit, blaw, blaw, blaw. My first game was the '91 match up between BYU and the defending national champions, the Miami Hurricanes. Walking to the stadium, I eavesdropped on a couple conversations. The topic was the same...BYU was going to get their butts handed to them on a platter. Miami was going to kill them. Oh well. At least I will be with friends and cute girls (BYU does have some hotties, or hot mollies as we like to call them).
If you know college football history, you know that the game did not play according to the script. BYU went on to win that exciting match up, I lost my voice screaming my fool head off for a game I barely understood, and I was forever hooked on BYU football from that moment on. I can tell you about the awesome plays, but I cannot tell you a single thing about any of the cute girls that were there that day. BYU football was the star attraction that day. Short of stripping buck naked (ain't gonna happen at the Y), the girls really didn't have a chance. I have since enjoyed every game and every season, even the losing ones, and I know that just around the corner, BYU is poised for another undefeated season, and when it comes, I will be there driving the bandwagon slowly so others can jump on board. With so little wear and tear these last few years, the wagon is in reasonably decent condition, so good seats can be found if you act quickly enough. But don't lollygag too long. Like most bandwagons, it can fill as rapidly as it empties.
posted by bylaw @ 9:30 PM
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