Scratch that.
I've never cared much for any sport or team that Spencer wasn't participating in.
Okay, scratch that, too. I did go through a brief period during junior high when I faithfully followed the Utah Jazz. And John Stockton was my personal hero. And I might have cried a little when the Chicago Bulls beat them over, and over, and over again.
But since then, nothing. Until...
...we moved to Ohio and were thrust into the midst of Buckeye mania. Now, once upon a time, I thought people got pretty into BYU football.I had NO idea.
It's just a different experience to cheer for a team that actually has a fighting chance of winning the title every year. AND seven national titles under their belt. AND a stadium that seats 110,000. I've actually found myself surreptitiously checking BCS rankings and secretly sending losing thoughts towards the likes of TCU, Oregon, and Auburn.
The game Spencer and I went to was against Penn State. The weather was perfect, the game was much more exciting than we would have expected, and I finally learned that the easiest way to get what's going on is to watch the quarterback like a hawk. And, yes, Spencer had to tell me. I guess he'd had enough of my constant, "Man, I couldn't find the ball that entire play!" exclamations.
And have I mentioned the marching band yet? Wow. I want to go to another game just to see the band again. I've never seen anything like them. To quote a friend, watching them is "like a spiritual experience." :)
You just never know what life is going to throw at you.
