So, just now, my husband picks up his BYU shirt, looks at it dramatically, tosses it aside, and says, "No, I need to wear something GOOD today. Too close to the bowl game." Then he fishes out his UTE shirt to my groans. Yesterday, I was accompanying our children's choir for their big Christmas performance, and my youngest son started looking woozy. The director had him sit out the last several songs. Why was he almost passing out? He was overheating under the lights-- he'd snuck on extra layers of UTE wear under his concert outfit to show solidarity for them after he overheard me tell Smack exactly why it is that BYU is going to win by at least three points (they want it more, there will be some amazing QB passes downfield, our D is fully capable of stopping their O, they're missing key players, etc). Our discussion of what snacks to have at the watch party degenerated into whether blue and white corn chips can be eaten with red salsa. When I asked our kids whether they'd be wearing BYU or UTE for the game, 75% said UTE, and 25% said "I don't know." That's the problem with dual-"religion" households-- the parents can agree to disagree, but what happens when the kids start going wrong?