For the next seven days my family is blessed to have Mormon Red Death's children stay with us while he and his lovely wife take a much needed holiday. Of course, prior to sending his young son to stay with his Uncle, Aunt and cousins—faithful BYU fans—Mormon Red Death indoctrinated his child by forcing the boy to memorize the following cheer:
"BYU stinks like poo!"
Upon arrival to our home this afternoon the young wayward son of Mormon Red Death greeted me repeating the cheer with innocent enthusiasm. Ever patient and mindful of the debilitating mental sports anguish the poor lad must witness in his father each football and basketball season I ignored the taunting and welcomed him into our home with love.
After a wonderful afternoon of playing with cousins, followed by a yummy dinner and doughnuts for dessert it was time to get ready for bed. Sporting freshly laundered PJ's and with a toothbrush in his mouth, Mormon Red Deaths' son repeated the silly cheer. "Are you saying: BYU we love you!" I replied. The boys' sister, Mormon Red Deaths' oldest child, then said, "Ya, BYU we love you!" The rest of the evening as we tucked our little one's, including Mormon Red Deaths' offspring, into bed they ALL could be heard chanting:
BYU we love you! BYU we love you! BYU we love you! BYU we love you! BYU we love you! BYU we love you! BYU we love you! BYU we love you! BYU we love you! BYU we love you! BYU we love you! BYU we love you! BYU we love you! BYU we love you! BYU we love you! BYU we love you! BYU we love you! BYU we love you! BYU we love you! BYU we love you! BYU we love you! BYU we love you! BYU we love you! BYU we love you! BYU we love you! BYU we love you! BYU we love you! BYU we love you! BYU we love you! BYU we love you! BYU we love you! BYU we love you!
Before tomorrow afternoon Mormon Red Deaths' son will be chanting: "Go BYU, beat Utah!" By the time his mother comes to pick him up next week, the boy will be begging his father to paint his face blue with a white Y on games days!
I love college football.
"BYU stinks like poo!"
Upon arrival to our home this afternoon the young wayward son of Mormon Red Death greeted me repeating the cheer with innocent enthusiasm. Ever patient and mindful of the debilitating mental sports anguish the poor lad must witness in his father each football and basketball season I ignored the taunting and welcomed him into our home with love.
After a wonderful afternoon of playing with cousins, followed by a yummy dinner and doughnuts for dessert it was time to get ready for bed. Sporting freshly laundered PJ's and with a toothbrush in his mouth, Mormon Red Deaths' son repeated the silly cheer. "Are you saying: BYU we love you!" I replied. The boys' sister, Mormon Red Deaths' oldest child, then said, "Ya, BYU we love you!" The rest of the evening as we tucked our little one's, including Mormon Red Deaths' offspring, into bed they ALL could be heard chanting:
BYU we love you! BYU we love you! BYU we love you! BYU we love you! BYU we love you! BYU we love you! BYU we love you! BYU we love you! BYU we love you! BYU we love you! BYU we love you! BYU we love you! BYU we love you! BYU we love you! BYU we love you! BYU we love you! BYU we love you! BYU we love you! BYU we love you! BYU we love you! BYU we love you! BYU we love you! BYU we love you! BYU we love you! BYU we love you! BYU we love you! BYU we love you! BYU we love you! BYU we love you! BYU we love you! BYU we love you! BYU we love you!
Before tomorrow afternoon Mormon Red Deaths' son will be chanting: "Go BYU, beat Utah!" By the time his mother comes to pick him up next week, the boy will be begging his father to paint his face blue with a white Y on games days!
I love college football.
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