Shayne and I love BYU. We're not of the loyal-BYU-fly-the-flag-wear-the-shirt-hate-the-U-everyday kind of fans ('though Shayne does own a decent share of Cougar paraphernalia), but we are so grateful for our educations and the experiences we had while attending school there. I was raised by a father who has spent his entire 40-year career fundraising for the university, so how can my blood not run blue?
We decided this fall would be a great opportunity to take the two oldest to a good 'ole BYU football game to get them in the spirit of routing for the Cougs! We couldn't have had seats any farther away from the field (literally, we were on the back wall of the south end-zone), but we had fun anyway! Connor seemed to not dig the whole experience, but I kept him stocked with enough treats to keep him semi-interested in his surroundings. At least we can feel like we
tried to instill some BYU pride into our offspring, right?
