real football

Halftime CSU @ Utah and the score is good. Mom has probably spilled her popcorn jumping up and down in the stands, and since they are ahead, Papa probably hasn't had to call anyone a dunderhead.

We are looking forward to the traditional Thanksgiving Red/Blue battle (early this year). A couple years ago Amy, Seth, Amy, Scott and all the kids were here at the house for that game - since we were the only ones with cable. That was the year Papa and Grandma had hiked up to some remote cabin above Aspen, Colorado, with Debs and Brian, Brad and Susan and all the cumulative gang. Scott did a fabulous play-by-play on his cell phone to all the hikers and tried not to startle little baby Suzanna with his cheering.

Right in the middle of 3rd quarter, a red-tailed hawk swooped down in front of the big picture windows and snagged a mourning dove off the back porch. It was an explosion of feathers. The hawk hunched over its meal down in the grass until all of us peering out the windows must have made it nervous, and it took the dove and flew away. And of course BYU won that one in a fluke, zero-time left Hail-Mary play. Random luck, really, nothing like real skill.

Oh, yeah. This family allegiance is RED.

Go Utes!

Sherri