We're a paltry 10 days away from what could be one of the best and most exciting seasons in BYU football history, but I'd like to take a quick time out and make way for...
I've gone through a bit of a metamorphosis over the past 12-18 months, and it all came to a head when I found myself at a BYU women's soccer game last night... and I loved every minute of it.
See, I've always identified myself with the "Real Man's Sports" crowd who hated soccer. This group, founded by Jim Rome, convinced me that soccer is boring, un-American and weird. I was indoctrinated with anti-soccer rhetoric, and openly mocked those who were so passionate about it.
But I have changed my ways. Ever see American History X? Same thing, just without all the Nazis and curb-jobs.
The crack in my armor first appeared just last year when I watched the US Men's Team in the 2010 World Cup. I felt the goosebumps along with every other blue-blooded American when Landon Donovan scored that magical goal against Algeria.
Then, my heart broke right alongside everyone else's earlier this year when the US Women's Team lost a heartbreaker in the championship game against Japan.
And finally, I cheered loud and proud when BYU raked Utah over the coals on the way to a 4-0 trouncing just last night. It was a beautiful win on a beautiful night. The South Field was alive with just a shade under 4,500 fans, and the BYU women's soccer team won a new convert in me.
Now, as a post-script, I should say I'm not all the way there yet. I haven't bought a scarf, nor will I be attending any Real Salt Lake games any time soon. I still think the fake injuries are ridiculous, and I really will only watch soccer if I have a personal vested interest (my country, my Alma Mater, etc.). But at least I'm not a hater anymore, right? Baby steps.