Which brings me to the activities the the last few weekends.
Last weekend we spent Saturday morning at the golf course with some friends from our Ward, J and A. Yes it was the middle of November and yes it was early in the morning, but no it wasn't that cold. A benefit of the south, to be sure. Unfortunately, I was still battling my nasty cold, which is the only explanation for the fact that I'm a horrible golfer. But it was fun nevertheless.
Beautiful day.
J showing A his sand-escape skills.
The really cute Nike golf ball Alixa let me use after I lost all of mine.
Is that Tiger Woods out there? I think so, yes.
That afternoon we decided to journey to our first Tennessee football game. It was homecoming and they were playing Wyoming. I voted we go to this one because Tennessee would probably win and it would be nice to see a familiar Mountain West foe. To our surprise, Wyoming beat Tennessee. Vols fans were very unhappy, to say the least. One guy got so mad he jumped up and threw his hat down. The metal buckle on the hat hit the metal bench and it sounded like a gun going off--it was so loud. Then he stormed out--I'm not sure if that was over anger or embarrassment. Somewhere in there I started rooting for Wyoming (words I thought I'd never say). I don't know if it was because I'm sick of the Mountain West getting bashed and bad-mouthed or because its fun to see an underdog win, or because I don't think Tennessee has been very cool about kicking Philip Fulmer to the curb. Whatever the reason, I was shockingly pleased with Wyoming's victory.
Yet another shot of the two of us.
(People, I have two sweatshirts on. C feeds me well, but not that well.)
The team running out in the Power T.
The huge stadium and the famous "Pride of the Southland" marching band.
I do have to mention, I heard "Rocky Top" about 100 times too many during this game. You know how at BYU games (and most other games, I'm guessing) they only play the school fight song after touchdowns? Well, the Pride plays Rocky Top after every single little good play. Two yard rush? Rocky Top. Good punt? Rocky Top. Wyoming has an incomplete pass? You guessed it: Rocky Top. Now, the song has really grown on me, but that Saturday I heard it enough to last me for a while.Moving on. This weekend C humored me (he's good at that) and agreed to go a Knoxville Icebears game (a local minor league hockey team). I think 8 months ago C expected my hockey fandom to die out, but I have persevered. I was so excited about the game and C did a good job not looking too bored (I'm being unfair--he is growing to love hockey too. The other night he jumped up and down in our office with me as we watched the Penguins beat the Redwings 7-6 in over time--very exciting game). Anyway, the crowd was a crack-up. Wonderfully stereotypical Southerners. We had a good time and hopefully we can go again soon (hint, hint.)
Yes, another picture of the two of us at a sporting event.
We picked up some t-shirts. Got to have something to wear the next time we come! (hint, hint)
Yay hockey!!
After the hockey game we came home and watched "Great Sports Moments of the 80s" on VHS. Not even kidding. It was so exciting (not even kidding). I didn't know anything that was going to happen (hey, I was born in '86) and kept yelling at the TV ("No way! No way does he catch that!"). C just laughed because he has watched that video about 1000 times since he was 10 years old.So there's our sporting festivities of the last two weekends.
P.S.
A big humongous giant THANK YOU to my mother-in-law, Lisa, who went to Provo a few weeks ago and brought us back Quest shirts. Its been an exciting year for BYU football and we were sad to have missed it. This Saturday is the Holy War against Utah and my anxiety attacks are beginning already. Go Cougs!
(Sorry for this insanely awkward picture.)
3 comments:
You guys really are such sports fans, I love it. Brad and I went to a great Real soccer game last, they didn't win, but it was a fun/frustrating game to watch. By the way I love the fall leaves in the golf pictures. Looks like a great day.
My friend had never known about her mother's Ballet shoes
until she passed away. It was only while going through her mother's belongings after her death that she found the ballet shoes along with a diary, which told the story of how they had helped her survive the Holocaust. My friend vowed to keep them safe forever and pass them on to her own children, to keep the story of her mother's life alive.
I love it! And hey--my anxiety over the holy war started a couple weeks back. Or... maybe ever since we lost painfully to TCU. And then how Utah beat TCU. AAAAAAGH! But also--we love awkward pictures. :)
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