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The Holy War

Last weekend, the only football game that I care about was played. The University of Utah versus BYU. My aunt referred to it as the holy war, and I like the name. Those two schools are the biggest rivalry in Utah. They also cause a lot of tension at church because there are so many BYU fans out there. 
My dad graduated from the UofU, and when I was born my parents lived in the married dorms there. So I like to say that I spent my first few months at the U. When it came to the two schools, I was raised to be a U fan. Then again, there was a brief period of my life where I was trying to be rebellious and wanted to go to BYU. Those were the dark years. Eventually I came back to the light and saw that if I was going to be a true rebel, I should be a UofU fan. After hearing from friends, I also don't like the culture that comes with BYU and would never have survived going to school there. 
Thankfully, Sammy has become a U fan too. So this weekend when we were at his parents house, I asked if we could watch the game. They were surprised since I've made it pretty clear that I can't stand football. We watched the game and I told them we had to cheer for the U, but we also had to cheer for #71 on BYU. That's our friend Hoyt, an offensive lineman. It's so much fun watching the game and looking for him on the screen. 

In the end, UofU won but it was SOOO close. BYU decided to try for a two point conversion and ran a silly play, and that was it. UofU won by one point. It was a fun game to watch, and now I'm all done for football season. I'm just glad that I can go to church with my head held high after turning my profile picture to this so everyone could know where I stand. 


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