I went the the most horrific football game I think I’ve ever been to. BYU lost to the Utes 54-10. And that’s to say I left with nine minutes left when the score was “only” 33-10 and the people surrounding me were still trying to say “Hey, we can do it! Maybe. With divine intervention.” It was so mind-numbingly awful, and the game so late at night, that I couldn’t even bear to post about it last night. I just made some food for Kyle and went to bed.
Things are looking brighter today. At least BYU can’t fumble on Sundays.