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With BYU playing Wyoming tomorrow, I am reminded of something that happened this summer while I was away from the board. Our longtime next-door neighbors moved out and sold their house to some Wyoming fans.
Now, if you're like me, your initial thought is "Huh? How did Laramie let these ones get more than 100 miles away from home? Houston is not exactly a hotbed of sheep or other livestock action, even in the Montrose area." But I digress a bit. What's important is that we're all about 1200 miles from our respective schools and somehow live next door to one another.
After they moved in, my wife was talking to them and figured out that they were Wyoming fans. So when I ran into them later, I introduced myself by saying, "Hi. I'm TheBYUGuy. I think that since you're Wyoming fans, we're supposed to hate eachother or something." One of them replied, "That's right. We do hate you, you <redacted> <redacted> of <redacted>." While the debaucherous, drunken 4th of July parties until 3 AM might have been fun for them, the rest of the self-respecting citizens of Stately Cypress Lane weren't quite as amused.
I figured that since I'm a good BYU fan, I'd kill them with the love of the gospel. When they turned down my invitation to sup with us and be introduced to my good friends Elder and Elder, I asked if they would at least just read the Book of Mormon and they weren't too interested in that, either.
So I'm thinking of using my Mountain-West-Sports-Network-toting leverage as a last-ditch attempt to extend the olive branch across the fence. Should I go forward with the plan? Should I sweeten the deal by telling them I'll throw in a 12-pack of O'Douls? Or maybe a bottle of Archer Farms soda?
And if they accept the offer, what will I need to do to protect my house besides disable the smoke alarms and, since I don't own a spitoon, cover the floor with a tarp?
Now, if you're like me, your initial thought is "Huh? How did Laramie let these ones get more than 100 miles away from home? Houston is not exactly a hotbed of sheep or other livestock action, even in the Montrose area." But I digress a bit. What's important is that we're all about 1200 miles from our respective schools and somehow live next door to one another.
After they moved in, my wife was talking to them and figured out that they were Wyoming fans. So when I ran into them later, I introduced myself by saying, "Hi. I'm TheBYUGuy. I think that since you're Wyoming fans, we're supposed to hate eachother or something." One of them replied, "That's right. We do hate you, you <redacted> <redacted> of <redacted>." While the debaucherous, drunken 4th of July parties until 3 AM might have been fun for them, the rest of the self-respecting citizens of Stately Cypress Lane weren't quite as amused.
I figured that since I'm a good BYU fan, I'd kill them with the love of the gospel. When they turned down my invitation to sup with us and be introduced to my good friends Elder and Elder, I asked if they would at least just read the Book of Mormon and they weren't too interested in that, either.
So I'm thinking of using my Mountain-West-Sports-Network-toting leverage as a last-ditch attempt to extend the olive branch across the fence. Should I go forward with the plan? Should I sweeten the deal by telling them I'll throw in a 12-pack of O'Douls? Or maybe a bottle of Archer Farms soda?
And if they accept the offer, what will I need to do to protect my house besides disable the smoke alarms and, since I don't own a spitoon, cover the floor with a tarp?
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