My wife and I usually go to the games together, but she can’t go tomorrow. So I asked my 9-year-old if she wanted to come with me to the “Go Utes” game (she’s called them than since she was tiny). You should have seen her eyes absolutely light up. I got a huge hug and a long string of excited “thank you daddy”s.
To be honest, I have zero expectations for the game, and really don’t think I much care what happens. If Shelly, Shyne, and company find their footing and pull out a win, awesome. If we get clobbered, oh well. I like the fact we’re still in the hunt for the P12 South, and will consider anything positive from here on out to just be gravy. I just don’t have the mental energy to spend bitching about how the team is underperforming, how we should fire coaches, and how we should let the play of 19-year-old kids determine our mental state. Maybe I’m just getting old, but life’s too short for that crap. I’ll get excited when we win, be a bit bummed if we lose, but plan on ultimately just enjoying myself. It’s all about spending some quality time at RES and building the next generation of Utah fans.
That probably makes me a sh**y fan, but…oh well. I don’t have the energy to worry about that either. GO UTES!
Utah @ 
Baylor 
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