(Forgive me if this analogy has been used before for this ... it's hardly a novel idea I'm sure)

BYU and the Big12 are officially engaged, and all signs are that the wedding is actively being planned and may just be days away ... borderline eloping style.

Sure, I know we've been dating for YEARS (they just can't quit the hot but crazy chick that we are), and they've flirted with proposing before. Maybe they got cold feet, or maybe we weren't as giddy as they thought we should have been when they floated the proposal the last time. Not much skin off their back, they had two other eager and willing cute chicks to marry instead of us (some analogies work on CougarBoard better than they would elsewhere, eh?)

Now however, our courtship has intensified over the last several months and we've taken the relationship to another level. We have been officially proposed to (happened a couple of weeks ago per insider sources) by the pretty hunky Big12 and we're definitely giddy with the invite this time ... heaven knows our opportunities for marriage are about run out and we're at risk of becoming the forever-single crazy cat lady. We know we gotta get a ring on it. It's now or never.

All that being said, SO many BYU people are just beaming about finally being engaged, albeit on the "down low" (all of the BYUtv media seem giddy; Criddle sounds beyond confident; AD sources and coaches are apparently grinning and have a "twinkle in their eyes.") and we're even getting congratulatory messages from the family of the groom (OU, UT sources especially) and all signs are positive that they want us in the family. How flattering. All that being said, we do need to realize that we are engaged to someone who has the history of being a "play-uh" and who has other "easy" girlfriends in other cities that would be pleased as punch to stand in for us on our wedding day. Who knows, our fiancee may be secretly engaged to a few others right now and telling us all the same story. Not only that, this groom has spurned and burned us before. Once bitten, twice shy.

What's sadly true is that I CAN'T WAIT to get married to this "play-uh" and join his dysfunctional family. Who's with me?!? You only live once. Better than becoming that crazy cat lady, eh?