Team Down South ("TDS") Rivalry

After spending this past Saturday tailgating with the Crimson Club at the BYU game, all I can say is,

"BEHOLD, MY FUTURE:"

Saturday I received a little taste of how Mike would really like to spend game days: Hanging with the Crimson Club while they tailgate, play "corn-hole," and drink all day (minus the drinking, right Baby?).

Mike had to work, so basically, it was up to me to entertain myself. Mike wanted me to go around and make friends with some of the members of the Crimson Club so that when he doesn't have to work, we have people to hang with during tailgates. But that would have meant I would have been doing exactly what he wanted me to do and I just couldn't do that. His assistant, Sean, wanted me to "use my femine wiles" to get free drinks for him. When I refused to support his drinking habit, he resigned himself to teaching me how to play Corn-Hole (you know, that game where you have a bean bag and you throw it at the board with the hole in it) instead.

Those of you who know me well can atest that I hate losing. I freely admit that I'm a terrible loser. If we're playing a game, we play until I win. That's just how it works.

Well, after an hour of losing to Sean at Corn-Hole (he was really good, I'm pretty sure he scammed me!), I finally gave it up. I never got a single bean bag into the hole. Yes, my head is still hung in shame.

I should have tried to play with these guys instead: It's hard to tell, but these men are playing a rowdy game of "Ho-Shoes." The man with his arm in the air has just thrown a stiletto heel and is aiming for that bucket in the background. 2 points if you make it into the bucket, 1 if you manage to hit the bucket.

Ho-Shoes.

Hilarious.

I was also slightly saddened by this, because some of their stilettos were pretty cute and it seemed a shame to be wasting perfectly good shoes in this fashion. Still made me laugh, though.

Then the team arrived: Yes, these fans are in the middle of the street and it's really lucky that nobody got hurt. Keep in mind that for many, tailgating = major amounts of alcohol. Or maybe they're just that stupid. So, being with people who believe that tailgating = alcohol, I'm saddened to report that I was a victim of theft! Mike and I think that someone was either slobbering drunk and didn't realize what they were doing, or someone is extremely mean.

I had my red scarf stolen. STOLEN!

And I lost my lucky earring!

Adding it all up: I was mercilessly beaten at Corn-Hole, lost my lucky earring AND had my red scarf stolen.

All in all, the tailgating was not a great time for me.

And then of course, there was the game. But this is what I spent most of the game looking at: Yes, that is the man in front of me's back. The row in front of us was a group of soliders dressed in their fatigues and, of course, I'm sitting behind the one who stands the whole damn game. And how do you tell a man who is willing to die for my freedom to think about the people behind him and sit the hell down?

Or he could have at least taken a hint from his comrade who sat in front of Mike. That guy was really tall, but he kept ducking down because he knew that the people behind him couldn't see. Very nice of him.

The game sucked. The refs were HANDING the game to BYU! Anyone ever heard of a "disconcerning" penalty? Me either. I know I'm new to understanding the game of football, but we received twice as many penalties as BYU. Sorry, this picture is from Mike's camera phone. But, after overtime, the score was 23-26.

Yes, we lost to BYU.

Oh, well.

Next year.

Go UTES!