P.S. to my stalking

I forgot to tell a great detail from last night due to my kids bugging me for the laptop. Darn laptop hoggers.

So when I went up to get Coach Mendenhall to sign my picture, I also tortured him with looking at my scrapbook. Because I am pretty much like a grandma with pictures of her grand kids when it comes to my BYU scrapbook. And really you don't have a choice to look or not, no free agency. I bore anyone I can get to admire my stalking skills. (It will be a lifelong sorrow of mine that I did not ask the guy sitting next to me to snap a picture of me at my stalking best. Oh well life is full of disappointments, I suppose.)

Any ways, I showed Coach Mendenhall my coolio picture of the turkey bone. I told him all about how once I found that bone shaped like the "Y" I knew it was a sign that we would beat Utah that Saturday. And I also shared with him how I held the bone for luck and jumped up and down on the couch screaming at the television during much of the game. Because we all know that has much to do with the outcome, and I am willing to do all I can to help the cause of my team even if it means I am horse the next day. I mean my voice is gone, not that you can saddle me up and feed me hay.

I figured he might look at me like I was crazy, and rightly so, but do know what? He actually told me that I should find another bone this year to ensure another victory. How cool is that? Coach Mendenhall and I shared a moment. Oh my gracious. I am in hog heaven.

So I just had to share this exciting and entertaining story with all of you. Thank you for listening, you may all stand in awe of my stalking talents.