This is my 12th BYU football season with Greg. Walking into the stadium with him still gives me butterflies. The roar of the crowd and the smell of polish dogs conjures up the best memories. Otso & the Imperial March. The tossing of the tortillas. Cramming into 'The Beast' because of the handicapped parking pass...
As a baby, Charlie was riveted by the games. Stunned. Silent. Didn't move. Jack was more into the treats and entertaining the crowd around us. Isaac was like a little bit of each of them then slept through the miserable ending (while I played with Greg's fancy new binoculars searching for Melissa & Casey).