I’m sitting here listening to some classic punk on my headphones and enjoying the cooling weather. Here in Provo, Fall means only one thing: BYU football.
I’ve never been much of an athlete, though I played soccer and tennis through high school. These days I’m happy just to get a good jog in once in a while. But I do enjoy watching college football, and I still cheer for my alma mater.
Some former Mormons get to the point at which they spit on all things related to the church, including BYU, but I can’t seem to let go of it. I got season tickets for my birthday this year (and last), and most weeks I can’t wait for Saturday.
Back in Texas a couple of friends from my ward and I would go to a sports bar to watch the games on a big screen. These days I watch the away games on cable and go to the home games.
Honestly, I don’t think they’re the “BCS busters” some people think they are. They squeaked past a mediocre Washington team last week and looked sloppy against Northern Iowa the week before. UCLA may not roll over as easily this week.
Anyway, I hardly ever talk about sports, but for whatever reason, I still love the Cougars.