Tuesday, December 01, 2009

Holy War 2009: A day in the life

Since not everyone who reads this blog was able to attend the game on Saturday (like my grandma, for example), I thought I'd take a moment to describe my day at LaVell Edwards Stadium on Saturday. You know, give you guys a true taste of what it's like to be a crazier-than-normal BYU fan at the biggest game of the year.

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
(Photo courtesy of the Salt Lake Tribune. Yes, I am actually in this photo. Just look for the guy playing with his mustache.)

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..."


Triz said...

Good summary.

I'm going to have to try the kiss my wife with my tongue after a TD thing during the bowl game. She's not going to know what hit her.

zach said...

love reading your blog. cracks me up.

Jeris and Suzanna Hobbs said...

My day was very similar. At one point during the night I grabed Andrew's butt and the girl behind us said, "EEWW". I quickly turned around and said, "Relax, we are brothers." Heck of a game.

Shareen said...

Ditto what Zach said!

Shareen said...

Ditto what Zach said.

Shawn M. Ballard said...

Adam - I found your blog again after reading a post on cougarboard. Its good to be back. I love reading your blog. I hope you Becky are doing well. My brothers and I are heading to the vegas bowl. Maybe we will run into you. Keep up the great work.

Shawn & Kate Ballard