Give 'em Hell, Cougars!!!
For all this His anger is not turned away, but His hand is stretched out still.
Not long ago an obituary appeared in the Salt Lake Tribune that said the recently departed had "died doing what he enjoyed most—watching BYU lose."
I taught about the sacrament, and a part of the lesson was on how smells invoke memories. I gave my primary class a bottle of eucalyptus essential oil, and a bottle of lemon-and-orange essential oils mixed together. The final was a chapstick made of 100% coconut oil.
Everyone said the Eucalyptus reminded them of their grandma or grandpa, or both.
Most of the class said that the other oil smelled like lemons, no one could smell the orange.
One little boy closed his eyes, took a huge sniff of the chapstick, and rapturously exclaimed, "Smells like California!"
I privately agreed.