Sporting Events

Yesterday was Saturday, the day of the BYU Sand Diego football game. When we got to the game we found our seats which were actually so good you could count the little dots on the field to confirm that there were truly eleven people per team, a luxury I am not used to. Soon our friends came over suggesting we move over towards the center of the field and sit near them. We liked this idea and moved over. We were having a good time folding up the advertisements that were taped to the bleachers (I think these are the same bleachers which are used for torturing afghan P.O.W.s). We made paper airplanes and tried to throw them onto the field. I think my best plane flew forward total of 6.3 rows before hitting someone in the back of the head well I ducked down giggling to myself. Soon a young woman wearing a yellow shirt came up to us, "We are random checks, can I see your tickets?" She asked. I knew this 'random checks'' crap was a lie. She was just being discriminative towards good looking white people. "Yeah, but I'm not going to lie, these aren't our seats. We just came over here because no one was sitting here." (John was really generous to call those washbooards 'seats'). The girl honestly begged us to go back to our seats asking "well what if the people show up? " I thought she was going to cry. So we went back to our original section of the washboard planks where people were packed in together like 15 year old Cambodians in the back of a factory truck. As we sat there we could hear the fans yelling, and Jake made a very good observation, "I love how every fan would be the team MVP. They just know and see everything in the game," he said. I took this message to heart when Sand Diego then scored a touchdown after faking a dive play and throwing an easy pass to an uncovered receiver. "I knew that was going to happen," some kid bragged to his friends. I turned to him, "Dude." I said "Did you really know that was going to happen?" "Yeah man," he said. "Why didn't you tell coach? You selfish homo."