Here's a cute little picture of me in kindergarten, 1968. All my life, I've never forgotten this shot below in first grade (1969) when the photog asked me to say "peaches" and he snapped the shot at the "ch" sound. If you're trying to get a kid to smile, don't tell them to say peaches. It's scarred me for life. Mom, what the heck happened to my hair? Did I fix it myself? After all, I was in second grade and very capable. My grandma crocheted that groovy vest for me, but who is responsible for the hack job on my hair? Hello, 1970! Who knows where my third grade picture is. We moved so often, changing schools, that I might have missed picture day. Next is my fourth grade mug shot. I must have sworn off bangs by then. Thank goodness for those plastic barrettes to deal with the in-between length. Notice how every year I wore green? Yeah, it's been my favorite color for as long as I can remember. I don't have an actual school pic of me in f...

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This is definitely a game I don't want to see at all... I'm already sore at my Cougs (contemplating trading in my blue sweatshirts/t-shirts for red - is that blasphemous???), I certainly don't relish the idea of a hopeful perfect/loss-less season being squashed right at the onset.
I wish that BYU was playing at the intensity level that Utah has been playing, under those circumstances I'd gladly consider flying out to Dallas. But I think I'll pass on watching the lamb going to the slaughter. I can't even bear to watch it on TV where the blood and stuff is all fake (lol).
Of course if BYU were to somehow win, I'd be kicking myself into tomorrow! But the math just doesn't add up and I've painfully learned that good ole Mormon "faith" just doesn't apply to BYU football. I mean surely BYU should have beaten TCU, right? Just as they should always beat SMU and Notre Dame, etc. But I guess it just wouldn't be fair if it worked like that.