Dear guy behind me to the right: No matter how many cute names you come up with for the refs - they still don't care what you say. As a matter of fact, I'm pretty sure that neither Baldy, Buzz-cut, OR Zebra even heard you. On the other hand, I did... I think I still can :)
Dear supporters of the opposing team: We're sorry that you guys went home disappointed. (well, okay - not REALLY sorry, but you know...) Engaging in a shouting match outside under our victory bell didn't exactly make you look brilliant.
Dear cheerleaders for the other team. Ummm... weren't your midriffs cold?
Dear guy in front of me. Ummm... the bench is only so big - and bringing a stadium seat that is BIGGER than the bench does not give you the right to shove it back as far as you can. Your knees do NOT need to touch the bench... as a matter of fact, when they do - that support you are feeling on your hindquarters is no longer the chair but my FEET. My feet which felt very uncomfortable providing such support. I suppose this may not be your fault... as my brother in law so nicely pointed out the stadium WAS built back in 1972 when the fans were less "huge"... I myself have gained over 100 pounds since 1972 so I can understand.
Dear guys who set up the "name that tune" game at half time... ummm, pitting husband and wife against eachother doesn't exactly inspire in me the spirit of "fair competition" - oh, and seriously - you should have mocked the guy a LOT more for mixing "brown eyed girl" up with "under the sea"...
Dear guy sitting right next to me that didn't grab that T-shirt... ummm... M.O.T.H. - it's okay to be a little more aggressive :)
okay - that's all. It was SO my kind of game because I like a nice close game that keeps me on the edge of the seat. Well, normally it would have kept me there... this time it just kind of kept me anxious because being at the edge of my seat would have made my knees be in the back of Mr. Foot Sitter - and there had been PLENTY of togetherness!
Luke 2:10-11 -- On Good Tidings
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So, you had fun then?
For someone to encroach upon your super long legs is saying something!
Way to critique everything but the game---That's my kind of female fan
ACK - I forgot to mention the teleprompter and the words to the BYU fight song always ending with "Rise and Hurl" before moving the next screen which explained that we should be hurling our challenge to the foe and not our lunch into the garbage can...
and yes, I had fun :)
My husband and oldest son were at the game and they enjoyed it, but my husband said it was so long, but my son loved the game.
I was there! Did you see me? I was freezing by 4th quarter...miserable but worth it.
I never remember how blue my blood really is until we beat Utah. Then I Rise And Shout with the best of them! Awesome. Sorry the seating arrangements didn't supply you with a more positive experience, though. Did you rush the field when it was over, or did you stay well away from the crazy, psychotic fans and decide to keep all your hands and feet intact instead? ;-)
ahhh... sorry guys - this was written after the BYU/Weber State Basketball game...
the football game was watched from a cozy warm kitchen - although you fans who braved the cold are awesome... each and every one of you... well, maybe... depends on whether or not the guy in front of me was there...
Were you sitting in my section? Cause I really said to the guy in front of me, "Can you move your seat forward you are sitting in my lap and I think my husband will get jealous." True. Story.
And I did threaten to walk out of the game if my boys didn't quit behaving so poorly. I told them that if they didn't quit yelling incite the Ute fans around us, that I would walk out. And if I walked out that I would make their lives miserable for a month. My boys settled down. The Ute fans not so much. But I survived.
I saw you storming the field Queen! ;)
T you are so hilarious. Thanks for making my day.
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