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Friday, February 3, 2012

A Post About BYU Football. Surprised? Me Too.

I'm totally stealing this blogpost idea from DeNae--who I find to be quite hilarious-- at My Real Life Was Backordered.  Her most recent post did not rise to her usual level of hilarity because she had to tackle some serious stuff...


BYU football to be more specific.

Which, I have to tell you, I am NOT a fan of. If you cut me, I will not bleed blue. And I will not cover that cut with a Cougar band-aid (truthfully, I will not cover it with any kind of band-aid, because ewww, gross... So please don't cut me).

Apparently, back in 1980, the Cougs went to the Holiday Bowl. Which, I have to assume by the name, occurred on some kind of holiday. Anyway, some miracle happened there where the Cougars came back from a twenty point deficit to win with only four minutes left in the game.

Now, despite the fact I spent five (yes five) years at the BYU, I don't know anything about this Miracle Bowl. I mean, sure it happened eleven years before my time there, but the thing about people who do bleed blue is that they never forget their football victories. Especially when they beat another private religious university. It's like a double victory. Mormons get a trophy and proof that our church really is true. Kind of like when Tebow makes a touchdown Christians everywhere win the war on Christmas. I'm not really sure how that works.

Anyway, I need your help. See, I don't care for BYU football for reasons I'll not get into right now (the list is too long), but I do like football. And I can't help feeling a measure of pride when my alma mater wins at something. I've tried not to, but I can't squelch that little burning in my heart that comes from knowing my school is better at something than someone else's school is. I'm competitive that way.

But I digress because putting out that burning is not what I need help with. I need help because I want to know more about this game now, but I don't really want to google it.

And I don't want to know more just about the game.

Nope... what I really want to know is the inspiring story behind it. Because I hear there is one. And a friend of mine has a husband who wants to make a movie about it. Yeah! But he doesn't have enough money to do it. Boo!

So here's how you can help me be able to see this movie (you can even watch it to, if you want):
Go to here and donate a little bit of money. It won't take much if we all do it. Maybe you could put that money you were going to bet on the Superbowl toward this instead. Or maybe you could buy one less bag of chips and skip the jar of cheese dip. I don't know.

But I'm willing to bet that this movie will be a lot more memorable in the long run than this year's Superbowl is going to be.

(So I just looked at this site again and realized there's a short video with it. Not going to tell you how many times I've looked at it and wished there were a video when there was all along. I don't need to embarrass myself. But now I do want to see the real movie even more. Also noticed there's a guy in the picture with a mustache. So next I'd like to see a movie about the miracle behind how he got to keep that at BYU).

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Throwing Up With The Kardashians

I don't usually watch TV during the day. In fact, I don't really watch a lot of it at night either. Especially if it's reality TV (I make an exception for The Amazing Race and, occasionally, Intervention. Okay, and Hoarders, but only because it comes on after Intervention and sometimes I just can't look away).

But I've cancelled the daily paper so sometimes I don't have anything to look at while I eat lunch. So the other day I turned on the TV while I ate. And do you know what was on?


And I got sucked in. Kind of like with Hoarders. Except it made me sicker than even that show does. And no matter how much they make up that one sister who doesn't get to take New York wherever it is Kim and Kourtney are taking it, she is still not cute. So when I got to the second commercial break, I changed the channel.

And do you know what was on that channel?

The Departed.

The edited version. So, of course, I had to watch. Because I've seen the original and I was pretty curious how they were going to clean that up enough to still have some story left.

I remembered it had a lot of language, but I had forgotten this part:

Which doesn't look so bad in this picture. But see that plastic bag at Jack's elbow? It's got a severed hand in it. A bloody one. And I tried really hard to find a still frame of him while he's waving that thing around, but I couldn't. So you'll just have to take my word for it that it's gross.

But I chose to watch that over the Kardashians because it didn't make me want to barf the way they did. And I get grossed out by band-aids, people. When my kid got three stitches, she didn't cry, but I passed out. So that's saying something when I can stomach a severed hand, but not a couple of reality TV stars.*

Here's the thing, though. I'd rather watch a story about people who could be real--even if they are really terrible people--than a story about people pretending to be real.

Phoniness makes me nauseous. So Kim and company have been added to my list of things I cannot look at. They are right up there with any kind of bandages stuck to anything (particularly any area near a swimming pool) and snakes eating things.

Which is seriously going to infringe on my People and US Weekly consumption. So please keep me informed as to how the stars are continuing to be just like the rest of us, because I can't take a chance on another Kardashian encounter.

* And also, The Departed has Matt Damon and Leo DiCaprio who I have no problem looking at.