On Saturday, the University of Utah’s football team will meet BYU’s in one of the most fearsome and obnoxious sports rivalries of my experience. My son-in-law and I always place a little baked-goods wager on the outcome, so I will watch the game with interest. But I can’t really bring myself to get all worked up about it.
What worries me is that (setting aside the prospect of baked goods) I actually want the U to win mainly to wipe the smirks off the faces of a number of really annoying BYU fans of my acquaintance who will view it as a religious victory if the Y triumphs. And I hardly even want to go to Church the next day because whichever team wins, their fans will rub the noses of the losing team’s fans in it. That’s okay on Saturday night. I just don’t feel good about it in priesthood meeting. (And I don’t even GO to priesthood meeting, but I sure hear the gossip. Peripherally, anyone who thinks Relief Society sisters have the corner on gossip must not be all that acquainted with high priests.)
Anyway, it should be a beautiful day for a football game, and I’m sure it will be an exciting one, and I hope we’ll all be friends when it’s over!
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