Gridiron Holy War

Yes, it was the big rivalry game of the year: BYU versus The University of Utah. Let's just say my Father is a die-hard BYU fan (he is a BYU professor). Since the University of Utah is my alma mater, I derive the greatest pleasure from the football rivalry through giving my Dad a REALLY HARD TIME and teasing him about it whenever possible (as he takes it a little too seriously).

But the title above refers more to the idea that I almost had to tackle my Father at the airport today so that he'd let the paramedics take a look at him. He did not want to miss the game, for one thing. But, there are times in one's life when one can say, "Sit down!" with the right balance of force and concern so that a man who, as a rule, does NOT listen to one me very often, OBEYS (although grumpily). And I had to do something other than body-slam him (though it was very tempting), as this seemed rather counterproductive to preserving his health.

It's been a LONG day. I'm going to "part II" this whole thing. Aren't you all excited.