There wasn't a single game this year that I remember getting super mad about except for this game. Usually I'm the one calming everyone else down, but this game just seemed to be it for me, and I think it was for similar reasons. I was tired of all the smack coming our way from the dairy yewts, I was tired of all of their hate, and I wanted nothing less than sweet revenge--so much so that watching the first half was becoming not fun for me. Not only did I want to beat them, but I wanted BYU to crush them, to shut their annoying fans up, and to take that stupid wagon wheel away from aggieland, and I sure as heck didn't want to hear any of what USU fans would've had to say if they had won.

That horrible commentator was dead wrong--this is not a real rivalry, but the hate was indeed pulsing through me.