My daughter was so mad about me hootin' and hollerin' at midnight, and jumping off the bed when BYU went up by 5. She ran upstairs, and before she could say anything, I said, "This is a really big game. You wouldn't understand. You're a Yewt." I'll be an empty nester when she moves out to attend the Yew in two months. It will be nice to have "my mom" out of the house.