...on our family's way home from St. Louis to Salt Lake City. Couldn't post then because, you know, it's dangerous to write on the CB and drive. But now as I sit in this delightful McDonald's play area in Rawlins, Wyoming, I can humbly report that I heard Greg Wrubell's call in my mind's eye as we passed that venerated stadium and I paused down for an obligatory moment of silence.

Now I'm a little delirious from the dead-head drive and semi looking forward to the 4 hours of oft-interrupted, tremendously uncomfortable slumber awaiting the final leg of our journey while knowing that the Mangum Miracle is alive and well in the hearts of Cougar fans across this great country of ours and an uncomfortable pit in the guts of those gracious Huskers fans.

May victory come to both amazing teams this year, may BYU find a new home in the Big XII, win its games, and continue to make a positive mark on the hearts of America, may Big Red never lose a close game this year, and may the Utes continue to suck.