Storming the field
View from our seats
Kaylee and I had waited a long time for this day ...
A week full of good food and no school finally culminated in the day that all Ute and Cougar fans wait for all season long. You know what I'm talking about, the Holy War, the Jihad. I remember just last fall, still a senior in high school, watching the Utah/BYU game from the comfort of a table at an Applebee's in downtown Salt Lake. I cheered on the Utes to victory over their competitors as two of my Cougar-fan friends watched beside me in dismay.
This time around, however, it was a little more difficult to choose sides. Now a student at Brigham Young University, I faced many challenges being a Ute fan, born-and-raised. Before coming to college, I knew that I would face obstacles when it came to the teams I would cheer on, but I was determined to stick to my guns. I packed my Utah 2009 Sugar Bowl Champions cup, my Utah shirt and jersey, and my favorite Utah pajama pants just for good measure. I don't think anyone would have predicted the chaos that ensued from this choice ...
About a month ago I was lounging around our dorm in my most comfortable Utah pajama pants, minding my own business. Next thing I knew I was on my bed, wrestling my five roommates as they worked together to steal my pants right off of me. I stood speechless as Mandy and Alyse ran out of the building and into the dark, pants in hand. It wasn't until about one or two weeks later that I got my pants back, but at the cost of a fresh baked batch of cookies and a good dose of groveling.
So, the day finally came for me to show my true colors. I walked out of my bedroom wearing a red and black plaid jacket only to be ridiculed by a room full of Cougar fans. I decided to make things a little more neutral and promptly changed into my maroon hoodie. I thought it was a good compromise seeing as how I like both schools, and blue and red mix to make a maroon-ish color. Ok, maybe a bit of a stretch, but I ran with it.
Long story short, it was an amazing game. It was a win-win situation for me, so I had no problem sitting back and relaxing. As much as I enjoyed going into overtime, my freezing behind and feet completely disagreed. I half expected to see black frost-bitten toes when I took my shoes off later that night. Anyway, the fans stormed the field, and after about five minutes of waiting, we finally made our way down to the grass. It was a great ending to an awesome week.
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