B Y . . . WHO?

So . . . the BYU/Utah Game.

Definitely a different feel now that Utah and BYU aren't in the same conference or really rivals anymore.

We weren't planning on going down to Provo for the game this year (and truth be told, Mike was a little relieved that he didn't have to go), but then he was invited to a swankified dinner and given tickets to the game, so we went. (The dinner was Toscano's and we received some excellent door prizes; I got a beautiful and really soft Utah blanket and Mike got a Utah helmet, which he's having the team sign this week; for some reason I passed on the Utah bikini, nobody needs to see my stretch-marked butt in a bikini.) If you'll recall, the last time we went to Provo for the BYU/Utah game in 2009, this was my view the ENTIRE game: And, unfortunately, this year wasn't much better: Naturally, we had to sit behind the 3 most obnoxious freshman alive. I really wanted to pants the kid in the middle. Whoever told him that it's cute to wear skinny jeans, but then have your pants hang off your butt is seriously disturbed.

I'm sure you've all heard about the game by now. Needless to say, this was the crowd by the end of the 3rd quarter: Hmmm . . . way to support your team, BYU fans.

Since the game, all we've heard is how BYU handed the game to us. Like it was a gift.

Well, then, thanks for the 54-10 gift, BYU.

Eh, whatever. Hope you enjoy your independence, BYU.
Go UTES!