Yesterday was the big day.
The day all BYU fans looks forward to.
The day we played Utah in football.
The Holy War.
When I taught my seventh graders (more on that later) I told them I couldn’t use the red pen on the overhead because it’s Utah’s color.
I wore blue all week.
The statues on campus were wrapped up in Saran wrap to prevent defamation.
This family was sealed together for Time and All Eternity. Get it? Get it??
Needless to say, we were all ready to get this on.
Let the Holy War begin.
On this fateful night of the Rivalry game against University of Utah, my ward decided it would be fun to get a projector and watch the game out on the grassy area behind the boys’ building.
Yes, we really are that cool.
What you can’t see in the picture above is that a few friends and I are located on top of the maintenance building roof sitting on my favorite Bloomfield quilt. Because we really are that cool.
Where the cool people sit.
(Notice how the arrow which would usually be red is a nice blue and white)
For those of you who watched the game, you know how intense it was. You know how bleak it looked towards the end of the third quarter, so it won’t surprise you when we tried to lead the fight song from the roof, we ended up being the only ones singing. Which was a little embarrassing, but we were the cool kids, so it was ok.
If you watched the game, you’ll also know how exciting the last few minutes were. Unless you were up on the roof with us, though, you will not realize how getting excited and accidentally jumping up and down would probably result in a one way trip through the roof. As Cody Hoffman made his amazing catch only a few seconds from the end of the game, I had to kneel down on my blanket to keep myself from jumping up and down…and even farther down as the roof caved beneath my feet.
The excitement in the air was almost tangible as we watched in heavy anticipation to see what would happen in this year’s rivalry game. As the game continued to literally the last second, I found my hands clasped to my lips in anxiety, whispering words of encouragement for Riley and Bronco and the rest of the team. At a commercial break, as I continued my silent encouragement, I realized that I looked exactly like this woman.
Unfortunately, I did not have an awesome prayer shawl. But I was kneeling on a blanket, hands clasped together, and praying towards Mecca. (The game was being projected on the east side of the lawn.)
My devotion to BYU football seemed complete in this moment. I was becoming one with the game and pleading with the universe to let my Cougs win. It was a moment of deep personal reflection, and for a moment, all seemed right with the world.
Unfortunately, this didn’t keep us from losing with a barely-missed field goal at the very end. Oh well. Had the other Riley made the kick, we would have gone into overtime at 11:59.
And the Lord doesn’t help those playing on Sundays.