Let's get started.
12:20 p.m.: Arrive at LES west parking lot, set up camp for pre-game tailgate.
12:21 p.m.: Realize we forgot chairs. Curse.
12:45 - 2 p.m.: Eat hot dogs, boo Ute fans and run a few receiving drills.
2:15 p.m.: Enter LaVell Edwards Stadium, heckle Ute players as they enter the field
2:20 p.m.: Make my way over to the BYU side, get my first glimpse of the beautiful, majestic royal blue throw-back uniforms. A tear comes to my eye.
2:35 p.m.: wait patiently at the tunnel where BYU players will enter the field. Look, in vain, for "You're watching Cougar Diary" cameras.
2:50 p.m.: Team runs out onto the field, I scream "Eat 'em up" to more than a few players. Still not sure if they heard me.
First Quarter: Adam is upset. Utah up 6-0, but the conviction remains: "If we just stop giving them short fields they won't be able to score."
Later in the first quarter: BYU scores to make it 6-3. Feeling better.
Second Quarter: Harvey Unga scores first TD of the game. Do I hug my buddy or my wife first?
Halftime: Band sucks. Why don't they make more interesting shapes during their performances? Like a giant pac-man or a flaming eagle or something.
Third quarter: BYU scores again. I kiss my wife with my tongue.
Fourth quarter: Utah starting to make a comeback. First a field goal, then a TD (+2 pt. conversion), then another FG. Looks like my "Power of positive thinking" strategy isn't working-- Utes continue to score despite my thoughts of "Wynn will throw an interception on this play..." etc.
:30 left in regulation: BYU decides to let the clock run. I freak out. "What a horrible call!" I think.
Overtime: BYU wins toss, elects to play defense and holds Utah to a FG. At that moment I knew BYU would win. "What a great call to play for Overtime," I think.
7:10 p.m.: Three men collide, but only one of them, Andrew George, has the football. George runs untouched into the loving embrace of a waiting end zone, and the stadium erupts.
7:11 p.m.: Still in a state of shock, I scan the field for yellow flags. Still nothing, but I keep looking.
7:12 p.m.: I finally accept that we've won and I immediately rush for the field.
7:13 p.m.: Oh yeah... I'm like 10 rows from the top of the stadium. I'll be waiting for a while.
7:15 p.m.: Take special notice of the Utah team walking dejectedly to their locker room. Wish I could see their broken faces, but seeing their heads hang low will have to do.
7:25 p.m.: Finally make it down to the field where I party with the rest of the Cougar faithful. I pat every player I see on the shoulder pads-- even the players who didn't play and had nothing to do with our win.
7:30 p.m.: Grab a quick photo with Bryan Kehl.
7:55 p.m.: Stagger back to the car in a euphoric daze, turn on the postgame show. "Shut up everybody, Max Hall is about to speak..."