Boo-ya.

I have never said the phrase, "Boo-ya." I actually don't really have any idea what it means. But, for some reason, last night as I was riding home in the backseat of my car thinking about how awesome the University of Utah game was, "Boo-Ya" seemed to be the only phrase adequate enough for the description.

What a freaking game.

Not only was the game quite enjoyable, I got the opportunity to learn a few things about myself:

1. I can eat two hand-dipped corn dogs, not one. I always order one, and then I am still hungry and too lazy to get another. It is quite the vicious cycle.

2. I think Flasks are very pretty. I got the pleasure of viewing a wide array of them, and some look as if they could be worth quite a bit of money. I also think whatever is inside them must keep you really warm, because the couple behind me kept drinking and then shedding "layers."

3. If you yell at the offensive coordinator (yes, I know his name - Andy Ludwig) loud enough and long enough...he still doesn't do his job very well. At one point I turned to the 65ish year old woman next to me and said, "They are going to run it up the middle. I know that, and I know nothing about football." They ran the ball up the middle and it didn't work. Go figure.

4. Funyuns are good. I hadn't had a bag in several years, and they were mighty tasty while sitting in traffic on the way home.

5. I don't typically enjoy listening to Talk Radio, especially sports-related talk radio...but, the drunk-dial calls in after hours after a U win are priceless. Especially when they come from BYU fans.

Here are a couple of pics.

A fun game, with fun men (Blair and my Dad.), and interesting insights.