We returned home from San Diego last night to find our house lit up, the Utah fight song blasting from our neighbor’s porch and a small army of Ute fans to greet us (yeah, the same crew that got our yard last year).
They got us. They got us good.
But it was impossible to be angry; we could only admire their artistry– a twenty-foot duct tape U on the driveway, red bulbs replacing our porch lights, flower pots filled with confetti and red candy, trees bedecked with crimson ornaments, twinkling red lights framing our door and strewn across our bushes and rose arch.
I thought the bows were a nice touch.
Revenge seemed futile. How could we possibly match or exceed our clever foes?
Turned out BYU enacted revenge for us.
26-23 Gooooooooo Cougars!
Sorry guys, maybe next year.