For those of you who may not know why I hate BYU so badly, please read the following article to get you up to date on my deep seeded hatred.
It goes without saying, but I hate BYU.
Mind you, I have several friends that are BYU fans and most of them are the most levelheaded, friendly folks I know.
I still hate BYU with all my might, mind and soul.
Nevertheless this week begins; perhaps my least favorite week of college football. I can't stand listening to sports talk radio this week as the callers on both sides of the rivalry are filled with the most insidious, plebeian, self loathing malice I have ever heard. I dread talking to the obnoxious BYU fans I know because I know they are just going to spew off some nonsense in an attempt to anger me. Fortunately, as I have previously stated, I don't know too many of these types of fans.
The Utes can't lose this game; they just can't. Losing this game would create such misery and disdain in my life, I just couldn't bear it. I am tired of losing to these self-righteous jerkwads. I am especially tired of losing on some fluke play that should have never happened in a million years. Losing this game would mean three years in a row and the beginning of an official "trend." No, losing is unacceptable.
So BYU fans can start calling me a drunken Ute fan or a swearing whoremonger and all the other stereotypes I am used to. My mind is on one thing only, winning back the "magic" and doing my best to live right this week. Victory is the only option.