Showing posts with label BYU Vs Utah. Show all posts
Showing posts with label BYU Vs Utah. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 21, 2019

A Shocking Revelation...I'll Never Look At The Y The Same Again


My friend texted me today with some shocking news. I don't believe I was prepared for the effect it would have on me. Indeed, it shook me to the core.

It's something I've seen my entire life. Now, I can no longer see it with innocent eyes, for they have been opened...

Opened to the truth!

And the truth is this: there's a message hidden in the "Y" logo, a logo that can be found literally thousands of places on the campus of Brigham Young University, and on cars, flags, shot glasses, practically everything. Little kids see this logo everyday, the elderly, the rich, and the poor--all are subjected to the subliminal message, a message of doom, of despair, of hopelessness. You see, in the logo is an arrow, an arrow that points directly to Hell.



I know, I know what you must be thinking, "How can it be?" The simple truth is...it be. I'm writing this as a public service and a warning--avoid this logo AT ALL COSTS, as if your very lives depend on it. Because they just might!

For those of you wondering, "What logo can we look to for hope, for encouragement, for happiness and joy?"



I present to you, the simple "U" logo. Unlike the demonic "arrow-to-Hell" found in the"Y" logo, the U logo offers all who gaze upon it two points pointing skyward. Think of them as hands directing us all to Heaven, for indeed, that's what they do, each and every time.

Again, the news was shocking, a map to Satan under our very noses the whole time. I hope this post has been helpful for you, because it was a blast for me to write. ;) Thanks Bob, for literally saving my soul.

Saturday, December 19, 2015

Can A Bowl Game Be Played...And No One Wins?


I didn't watch the game live, but on tape. In fact, I'm watching it right now as I write this. What a crappy day to be a BYU Cougar fan. 


And being a Utah fan, there's not much to crow about, other than the final score. It's the game where the winning team can't feel that good about how they played and the losing team realizes that it was a game in which had they made just one less mistake--just one, it could have changed everything.


Five BYU turnovers in the first fifteen minutes resulted in a 35-0 score. Utah would not score after that, but in the end, it turned out to be enough.


If I were a BYU fan, I would have HATED this game! I would have turned off the game after the third turnover so I wouldn't have to see the other two.


But then things changed and the Cougars battled back. Just before halftime, BYU scored. They scored again in the third quarter, and twice more in the fourth. They just ran out of time. Again, just one less turnover, one less interception, then they wouldn't need another few minutes to get that final score.


When I went to the U, the Y killed us in football, year after year. And when Utah slowly caught up then surpassed our southern neighbors, it felt good--I admit it. But after laughing to myself about the first quarter score, I had to endure thoughts of a nightmare scenario of losing to BYU in the worst way possible--running up the score and letting it slip away. Credit a never-say-die Cougar team. They played their guts out today.



But, that nightmare scenario never materialized. The final Utah possession resulted in a couple of first downs and the clocked ticked to zero. Players, cheerleaders and reporters took to the field to celebrate the end of another season. Whittingham spoke on TV and Mendenhall walked away, his  one-hundredth win as a head coach will have to wait until next year.


Ute fans can say they won the game, but they can't be too proud of how it happened. Cougar fans gain no solace in believing they had the win--should have won, but the final score mocks their pain. Fans from each team think their team isn't as good as they had hoped, or thought they were. A game where neither team wins--that kind of happened today in Las Vegas.


All photos used without permission from the American Broadcasting Company