Gymnastics Fans Are CRAZY!

So, this past weekend, the U had to opportunity to host the NCAA Gymnastics Regionals at the Huntsman Center.

And apparently Darryl thinks he's very funny.

Darryl is a friend of Mike's who works in the ticket office, so Mike asked him if he could get me a good seat for the meet.

And he did, just 4 rows away from all the action:

A seat that I was extremely happy to have.

Until I learned I was sitting smack dab in the middle of fans from 2 opposing teams.

The fans from Washington were actually pretty mellow (probably because they knew they didn't really have a shot), but the Denver fans . . . oh, the Denver fans.

So, basically, I spent the entire meet listening to why Utah is scored so much higher than the other teams just because their from the University of Utah. One of the Denver fans noticed that I was sitting there and he said to me, "You know it's true." And I said, "That we're better than you? You bet your ass." And he said, "I live here." And I said, "Then why are you rooting for the losing team?" That shut him up.

Oh, and I also got into a fist-fight with one of the fans from Denver.

Seriously, I almost slapped her.

We were sitting right in front of the beam apparatus:Which was the Red Rocks last event. And, apparently these Denver fans are also math-retarded (not that I'm so great myself, but I could see we had already beaten them), and they thought it was a closer meet than it really was. So, this Ox of a Denver fan thinks that it would be a good idea for all the Denver fans to "make a lot of noise" while the Utes were on the beam. You know, to throw them off. Because apparently the only way Denver was going to win was by cheating. Really poor losers, if you ask me. Anyway, I finally spoke up and said, "Come on, you guys. We didn't do that when you were on the beam." But they still didn't stop, and I almost popped the Ox in the face for being such a baby about it. I'm so sorry that our team is just plain better than the Denver Pioneers. Oh, boo whoo. Grow up, lady! Just because you have unfulfilled dreams of becoming a World-Class gymnast, please don't make those of us who are just there for fun listen to your whining!

Not being the professional photographer that Mike is, these are the best that I could do:

(This is the team dancing before their final event.)

(This is the team doing the YMCA.)

So, in the end, the Red Rocks placed 2nd.

2nd?! What?!

Florida beat us. But we still go to Nationals.

And in the middle of the meet, the Denver Gymnastics Ox gets this text and suddenly she's screaming at the top of her lungs, "GEORGIA DIDN'T MAKE NATIONALS! GEORGIA DIDN'T MAKE NATIONALS!!!"

Which, apparently, to the Gymnastics-crazed means that Georgia, the team who usually wins Nationals (when Utah doesn't win, of course) didn't qualify to compete at the National Championship.

There was this girl from the Florida team who Mike was afraid of. Solid muscle. He called her an "Amazon Woman." She placed in the top three in every event, so naturally she won the all-around prize. Seriously. The girl was built!

Go Red Rocks!

Thoughts on Easter

Do you want to know why I love Easter?
Besides the religion aspect, of course?

Because I get to watch this:

Is there a better Easter movie out there? It's the ultimate movie-musical!

You know, the ones where they always do a show within the movie in order to pack it full of as many meaningless musical numbers that don't really go with the story as possible. My favorite kind!

And, it's the only movie Fred Astaire ever made where you don't watch him during the dance numbers. You watch Judy. Wonderful, amazing Judy Garland. She even dresses in drag in this movie! It's a Must-See for all ages.

Confession: I love this movie so much, I bought the soundtrack a couple of years ago and it's always on my ipod. (Yes, I freely admit that I'm that much of a musical geek. But it's JUDY, people. JUDY. A woman who, minus her drug-addiction and her multiple husbands, I wish I could be!)

I know that for some of you out there, your Easter traditions probably include watching this:

Okay.

I'll say it.

BORING.

Why in the world would your want to watch Charlton Heston talk in a monotone for 6 hours, when you could be watching Judy Garland sing and dance?! Yes, yes, there is the excitement of all the bare-chested men, but still not worth it.

Or! (At least in my opinion) this would be a better Easter choice (mainly just because it's always on every Easter):

I made Mike watch the end of it last night. Which just made me want to watch the entire thing. Again, what could be a better Easter tradition than a singing nun, a whistling-blowing captain, 7-kid families, and nazis?!

I say NOTHING!