There are a lot of BYU fans out there. I know this. But so many people's dedication to the Y didn't take place until actually going to BYU. In some cases, even attending BYU didn't make you a true cougar fan (Cousin Ted, you know who you are--what's with this I was born a U fan, and I'm going to die a U fan? It just doesn't make sense when your diploma says BYU at the top...but I digress and that is a discussion for another post.) My passion for BYU football began in earnest in junior high school. Those were the good old days of Cougar football. Ty Detmer. Dewy Gray. Chad Lewis. Peter Tuipilotu. Kalin Hall. Jamal Willis. Eric Drage. Margaret and I used to get to each game early, and we'd wait by the door of the locker rooms at the end so we could give the team a high five. We were obsessed. We knew every player by name and number. We never missed a game. We even endured sitting in the most boring section in Cougar stadium next to the exact same people year after year after year (no offense to the faculty section, but really, you are supposed to cheer at a football game). I'm not quite so obsessed now (probably because they only broadcast a couple games a year on the east coast--although we are considering getting a direct tv, mostly just so we can watch the games), I'm dedicated enough to still put on my BYU t-shirt and cheer loud enough to wake up my son.Anyway, this post is dedicated to the Cougar Football team for beating #3 Oklahoma, for not breaking our hearts at the critical moment, and for starting Colton's BYU Football experience out on the right foot. Colton and I had been practicing the fight song before the game. I'm glad to see that he remembered the actions.
Ra! Ra! Ra! Go Cougars!
