The Plight of the True Cougar Fan

Yesterday was the BYU/Air Force game down in Colorado Springs, and as some of you may know there is a time for fun and games in our family, and BYU football is not one of them. One of the members of our household in particular took a very serious strategic approach in his preparation for Game Day, and purchased 66 tickets on behalf of various friends and family as to ensure that we would be sitting 5 rows deep among other Cougar Fans.



I did my part by buying enough candy to kill a small animal, being ready to leave our house at exactly eleven-fifteen, and sitting through the four hour game (which is no small thing with a twenty-month old). Our older girls have been successfully indoctrinated (Jeremy started singing Cougar Fight Song Lullabyes to them when they were infants), so they were decked out in blue and white and ready to go.

Unfortunately I waited until the fourth quarter to break out my camera, and by that point the Cougars were trailing behind Air Force by three touch downs. This made Jeremy slightly uncooperative about my desire to take pictures of this landmark event in our lives.

We decided to cut our losses and leave the game a few minutes early, and as we sullenly trudged toward our car Katherine said, "Dad, are you in a bad mood because the Cougars didn't win?" My heart aches that my five year old daughter must be exposed to one of the harsh realities of life at such a young, tender age. But ah, such is the plight of the devoted Cougar Fan...and his family.

Our long time friend from BYU flew in to see us this weekend and joined us for the football game...or maybe he came to see the game and as an added bonus got to see us too, but anyways, despite the devastating defeat we had a wonderful day!