Rise and Shout

Last Saturday we attended the BYU/Air Force game in Colorado Springs.  My neighbor Rebecca had scored us some seats together in the middle of an Air Force crowd, since the BYU section was full.  The day was sunny and bright, and daddy's always happy when he's going to a game.  Especially a BYU game.

There was the usual pomp before the game, all very impressive.

And since the game was played on 9/11, they had all kinds of special guests from the armed forces, as well as firemen and policemen from New York.  A fitting way to spend the day.

But then BYU started losing (Bill held out hope until well into the 4th quarter), the sun became intense, and people left early (I won't say who).  So, after all hope for victory was gone (literally ALL... Bill wouldn't leave until that precise moment), we milled out with the rest of the late early-leavers.  We got a little jump on the masses, but not much.

It was fun to root for the Cougars in a sea of Air Force blue, even when the desired outcome (a BYU win) was not achieved.

And Bill let Mar get Dippin' Dots.  That's worth cheering about.