Of course we kicked the $#!+ out of those pansies and it was glorious. On the drive back I was a little thirsty from all my yelling and shouting so we stopped at In n out to get a few sodas. The drive in line was long so I thought Id run inside really quick. I parked and ran in and as I entered it was like entering a funeral. It was packed with BYU fans and not a damn one of em was saying anything. This was like midnight or close to it. It literally felt like when they are filming a movie and the background people have to pretend to talk but cant make a sound as to not distract the actors. It was eerily and painfully dead silent. I went and order 4 Dr Peppers for myself and friends in the car.

I order my drinks and everyone is staring at me. I thought to myself, just smile and be happy and that will make everyone angry. Kind of a passive/aggressive tactic. I fill my drinks and head for the door. As Im walking with everyone looking at me all I could think of was "Harline is still open" and "magic happens" etc. As I get to the door I say to myself, aw screw it, turn around, hold the drinks victoriusly over my head and shout "JIMMER CANT SAVE YOU NOW BABY!!!! GO UTES!!!! WHHOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!"

Everyone is all pissed, a couple pussies shout "shut up" or "get outta here" to which I yell back "THIS IS PAC 12 FOOTBALL!!!! SCOREBOARD!"

I turn and walk out. It was one of my finer moments in my life. Just after the day my daughter was born and just ahead of the day I got married. I cant wait to kick their asses again this year.