As Promised . . .

Mike informed me that Bret Farve and Roger Clemens did the exact same thing; both claimed they were going to retire, but then switched to opposing teams for more money (which I knew, but apparently it didn't come off that way in my last post). But Roger did it first (the traitor), so I'd still call it "Pulling a Clemens."

Anyway, last Saturday was the Utes game against Air Force and the first time we've tailgated this year. It's been hard, because Mike has his new job, so he can't tailgate with us anymore. It's really strange for me to be doing something like that without him. I wish he had been there.

Oh, well.

So, Ryan had to step in as Grill Master for Mike. His burgers were . . . eh. (They were really excellent, actually, but I have to be true to my husband and his burgers; the Lord says so. Don't tell Mike I burger-cheated on him.)

Our little tailgating group was low on numbers that day, but we still had a good time. Jill & Durrant brought their son, Asher.

Sarah's right: you've got to start them young! So, you're on your way to an outdoor football and the weather says 60% chance of rain. What do you make sure you do? Dress warm for one. Duh.

Yes, I forgot my sweatshirt. I could have sworn I put it in the car! At least I remembered the camera!

So, we stopped by the bookstore before the game (and missed the Air Force flyover in the process, oh well) because of my stupidity (and Durrant's 40% off coupon). But I bought this black sweatshirt (this Saturday's game is the Black-Out Game, so doubly functional, SCORE!):

So, kick off. And then it begins to rain. And rain and rain and rain and rain and rain. (Okay, okay, it only really came down the 1st quarter, but it felt longer than that. But my new sweatshirt kept me just warm enough and it has a hood, so my hair was saved.)

But Sarah looked like this:

Only she could wear a poncho and still look beautiful! I must admit that we were slightly worried that they were going to get killed because their ponchos were Air Force blue.

Swoop came by at one point during the game and poised for my camera (stupid delay on the camera, he turned his head at the last second and so he's looking the other way)!

Our nephews, Justin and David, have become my escorts for the games. David graduated last year and Justin is a sophmore this year. And both are football players (of course). Maybe one day we'll see them in red and white!

So, the game. The Utes scored a touchdown in the 1st quarter, but missed the extra point (which would have come in handy later on). So, when the game was over, the score was 16 to 16. Okay, not over, because we went into overtime. (Yes, we were sorry we missed that extra point then!) This is the first time I'd ever been to a game where it went into OT. In college football, each team is given the chance to make a drive (or something like that; I'm sure Mike will correct me, if he ever gets around to reading this); and, luckily, we scored on our first drive (and scored the extra point), so the score was 23-16 when Air Force took their turn. Our defense didn't quit fighting and we were able to hold them back! Mike says that we had absolutely no business winning that game (not being an expert like he is, I wouldn't know), and we were lucky that we got the win at all.
Now, for all you BYU fans out there: HA, HA, HA, HA (That was me, laughing my ass off!)
Let's just say that this is extremely true: (Thanks, Sar, I stole this from you!)

TCU kicked their trash! 38-7! (I'm sure we'll get just as bad a beating when we play them in a few weeks, but in the meantime: HA, HA, HA, HA, HA!!!)

Sorry for my lack of prudence and civility there.

Next game is on Halloween against Wyoming. Spooky. I really wanted to dress-up, but Mike vetoed my idea to go as BYU fans (it is Halloween, after all). But understandably so, since it's the Black-Out Game, and we would stick out like sore thumbs if we wore blue.

GO UTES!