
Its begun. The long-awaited game between Utah and BYU is underway. But, what am I not there watching the two teams battle it out? Well, answer number one: I'm at work. Answer number two: I don't know who to cheer for.
Every year at this time I'm presented with the greatest moral dilemma. I've been raised all of my life as Ute fan. I remember going to a restaurant in San Diego when I was probably 8 with a bunch of other Ute fans, decked out in red to watch a Ute game. However we couldn't get the channel that the game was one - I remember saying a silent little prayer asking that we could get the needed channel to work. I remember making up Ute cheers with my Dad during basketball season. And I remember moving to Provo , the anti Utah capital of the world, proud of my Ute heritage.
Its not that I feel any less proud or connected to my Utah roots. I love seeing my aunts, uncles and cousins wearing Utah sweatshirts. I love going to Rice Eccles with my Dad to see a Utah football game after walking through the campus listening to my Dad tell me about his college days there ( I even like hearing him tell me about how greatly architected the buildings are).
But there have been some new developments in the past couple of years. Attending BYU has had certain effects on me. Now, I love hearing BYU's fight song (you know, "rise and shout, the cougars are out!"),the colors blue and white have grown on me quite a bit, and I get really defensive when people start trashing BYU. I love my school, its weird quirks and all. I wouldn't go anywhere else. I guess I'm a zoobie.
So, what do I do today? Luckily I'm not a huge sports fan so in reality, its not that important. And, in writing this blogs,I think I've come to the conclusion that its ok for me to be happy for whoever wins! I'm in good company too - there are lots of people with good, solid roots that have fond feelings for BYU too. I bet even Cecil will have a little smile in his heart if Utah wins.
Whew, I'm glad I've got all of this sorted out!
