This afternoon, Janie Rasmussen called and asked if Kent and I would like to go to the BYU-Utah football game with her and Ty. The Blads were going to go with them, but they had a Covid exposure and decided it would be best to stay home. While I know that Kent doesn't really like football and wouldn't be thrilled to go to the game, it was going to be a beautiful night, we would get to be with friends, and the "Holy War" would all make for a great evening. I accepted and told Kent we were going to have fun, something he has a hard time doing.
We walked over to the stadium, talking as we went. An electric, palpable excitement filled the air. We had good seats, in actual seats not on benches, and quickly got into the spirit of the game. In addition to being the rivalry game, it is also September 11, and the 20th anniversary of the terrorist attack of September 11, 2001. There was a patriotic opener with a giant flag, the national anthem, and a flyover so low it shook the stadium and my innards.
The game itself was terrific! BYU played really well, scored first and last, and was ahead the whole game. We cheered, jumped around, sang, and shrieked in delight as they decisively beat the U. It felt good. The last time BYU beat the U was in 2009. It rained steadily for ten minutes at the end of the third quarter, but the game was so tight and fun that no one left. Kent and I huddled under the blanket I had brought to sit on, so didn't get too wet. We had told Kent he could go home anytime he wanted, but at half-time, he said, "I'm staying. This is a good game." Those are true words. It was all a spectacle, much like the Greek or Roman games, with pomp and thrill. We loved it!
When all was said and done, I sent Andrea a text and said, "Sorry you were exposed to Covid. NOT sorry we got your tickets."
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