as I was about to turn around, "No, no, don't turn around. Eyes forward! I noticed you over here, and you know what, NO, it's rhetorical, just listen! I noticed you because you're radiating a complete lack of desire. Oozing an utter lack of toughness, like a festering wound that everyone can smell long before they see it. You really don't want it all that bad, do you?" "Want wha-" "It was rhetorical, just listen. Victory! Success! You think it's just gonna fall out of the sky, and into your lap, don't you? Rhetorical!

I want you to think about it, meditate on it, really ponder just how much you're willing to suffer for it." He stopped mid sentence, so I slowly started to turn around. Fully expecting him to say "eyes forward!" But, nope. He was gone. Just like that. In my low Church voice, sheepishly, I said, "Bronco?" Someone walking by right that instant just looked at me like I'd lost my mind. Had I? Am I? Most definitely not, it was Bronco, and he gave me exactly what I needed to hear, when, and how I needed to hear it. I hope someday I chance into him, to thank him. Maybe I'll ask him if he's willing to give BYU football another shot.