I’ll probably alienate half my readers (all four of them) by posting this, but I’m still a BYU fan. Heaven help me, I can’t seem to jettison this vestige of Mormonness. It’s like the last hold the LDS church has on me.
Some of my friends are completely appalled at my bleeding blue. My friend Blixa tells me that she associates BYU with self-righteous racists, such as the folks she sat next to at a BYU-Utah game in the seventies. Others have told me that supporting my alma mater’s team amounts to tacit endorsement of the church and its teachings.
Growing up, I wasn’t much of a sports fan. I remember watching baseball games on TV with my dad, but that’s about it. But when I arrived in Provo my freshman year, I discovered that sporting events were the preferred dating venue, being cheap and frequent. That’s all it took for me. I was hooked.
So, even though I no longer believe in Mormonism, I still feel a mixture of awe and excitement every time I step into LaVell Edwards Stadium or watch a game tip off at the Marriott Center. My friend Tyler tells me he supports me, as he’s still a Cougar fan as well. I’m sure we’re not the only apostates sitting in the stands wearing blue.
So, tomorrow is the big game. Looking at it rationally, BYU’s defense is just not good enough this year, and Utah will probably win. But then, since when was religion (or football) a matter of reason? Go Cougars!