Poinsettia Bowl

The trip to Cali for the Poinsettia bowl now makes it 2 bowl game attendances in a row. The crew rolled down, that being Steve, Sam, me, and Ben. We stayed the first night in St. George, then lived the Vegas life for a night, then spent Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday in San Diego. We cooped up at the BayFront Hilton. Nice place, good price. We spent some time talking with coach on the elevator one night on our way to the hot tub. The game was dope. The Utes put the hurt on Cal. We win bowl games. That's just what the Utes do. Then we hit the road and made it to St. George by 4:00 a.m. The trip was made up of hot tub hoppin at Hooters, an imaginary person, horrible chinese food, some crazy guys trying to sell us a speaker system, massages in Tijuana and having trouble getting back over the boarder, hitting up 2 Ross stores and 1 TJ max, and something like 1600 miles. Quality times. Can't wait till next year!

Sugar Bowl

I never blogged about the Sugar Bowl. So since we are coming up on this year's Sugar Bowl, I think that it is time. New Orleans is a pretty sick city. I loved the warm temperatures, the cool old buildings, the attitude of the people, the amazing food, the madness of Bourbon Street, and then the best Utah football game of my life. I loved being with my parents(the roommates), Daws, and my bros. Great memories. Next post: Poinsettia Bowl.

wings

My mind is like the park carousel. Never stopping long enough to allow the children of my life to climb aboard. Too much school. Too much work. Too much thinking. Too much? When the vocab needs to run across my marathon mind, I close my eyes to the music. The pain and healing are wrapped up in the same parcel, the bright red bow and golden wrappings. Should it be kept, till Christmas morning? Where will I go? Do I catch this polar express to the middle of my new beginnings? When do I search? A poem, a verse, a prose? Three eggs, so carefully cared for, they hatched into swans. Does the story so, by necessity, include an ugly duckling? Will the lagging one, fluff up it's wings? It was born with wings. I found the ground, so hard before, now soft and avoided. Not to continue, this carpet needs these knees like these knees need His wings. So lift off, pilot of the parable, you've controlled these aluminum wings before. This time, you've seen the airstrip, you've seen the war. The altitude calls. A bell rings. An angel gets its wings.