I just got done walking down memory lane. I read a few blog posts I wrote last year.
Suffice it to say, I've softened a bit since I wrote those.
2014 was a rough year for me. My wife and I suffered an untimely tragedy that rocked us to the very core. I won't go into details, but suffice it to say this tragedy left me angry, bitter, confused and desperate.
So what does one do in such a situation? One lashes out. And silly as it may sound, I lashed out at BYU. I chose to make BYU football my lightning rod, and I sent bolt after bolt their way. For some reason it felt really good to tear apart something I love. And if that sentence doesn't scare you, something's wrong.
Anyway, that's the context behind the articles I wrote two years ago. Since then I've had time to cool off and re-evaluate my position on BYU. I still love BYU as much as (or more than) I ever have. In fact, I've gone back to school at BYU. I'm a Zoobie again, and I couldn't be more proud.
I still think independence has its drawbacks. But I no longer believe membership in a G5 conference is better than our independence. The thought of going back to the likes of New Mexico and Wyoming makes my skin crawl. Independence is flawed, but it'll have to do until an act of Congress forces a P5 conference to include us.
BYU is in a good place. I love our coaching staff. Kalani Sitake is a great man, and he will be an extraordinary BYU coach. His system, his environment, his culture will make BYU irresistible to recruits, and BYU will continue to rack up signature wins over college football powerhouses.
It's hard being a BYU fan, but I love it. Only the strong survive here. And I can't wait to see what's in store.