The game was fun as well. It was the 100th anniversary of Utah basketball, which made me nostalgic. Once when I was little, my grandpa took me to a game. At one point in the game he turned around and yelled to the crowd, "My wife's not here, let's have a good time!" Another time I was with my dad at a game and Jimmy Soto hit some amazing shot near the end of the game, with a sprained ankle, and my dad yelled, "And he's the smallest guy on the court." (Which is significant, because I'm pretty sure my dad is a tallist) Also, I swear I saw a tear in his eye.
I'm always getting after Justin for using valuable space in his brain for useless sports information. And now I find out I'm using up space for Utah basketball. However, I can take solace in the fact that I can't remember who won those games or what teams they played. Also, it was time spent with my grandpa and dad! I'm happy to say that Justin and I are carrying on the tradition with our kids, who have been going to games (football, basketball and gymnastics) since they were in utero. Go Utes!
