Rivalry Shmivalry

I'm not a football fan by any stretch of the imagination. I barley know the difference between off-sides, on-sides or why spandex can look so good on muscley legs. Or does it look bad? This is what I'm thinking about on those rare occasions when football is on at my house, so you can see my dilemma here. But when it's rivalry time in these parts I'll admit, I'm... er, interested.

I graduated from BYU. BD graduated from the U of U. And people around here are sometimes outright flabbergasted that our marriage is able to work AT ALL. People, let me explain something to you. If I wasn't able to maintain a relationship with someone over of a college football team, I would voluntarily commit myself. Just for the record, we are doing fine, even during this Holy War. Now if you wanted to talk about BD using my bathroom garbage bin as a receptacle to catch fluids leaking from the underbelly of my car during his do-it-yourself lube job, then we can discuss a real marital war.

I grew up in "cougar country" going to BYU football games during the Ty Detmer era and when my dad had season tickets on the 50 yard line. Admittedly, it was a good time and I have some fond memories surrounding BYU football. And when the coug's are not playing the ute's I might be guilty of feeling a tinsy-tiny bit happy when they are winning. If I concentrated real hard all day and ate only chocolate covered cinnamon gummy bears from the Wilk then I might actually be able to consider myself a BYU football fan. It is my alma mater after all.

However, this is where I draw a BIG RED line: