just have fun with it. Psyching oneself up as though the outcome is some kind of existential imperative is unhealthy.

About a month ago I went camping east of Salt Lake with some extended family. We reserved three campsites. We occupied two of them early on, but the third one was unoccupied until others could arrive. The reservation paper we stuck to the little clipboard thing at the entrance to the third site was pretty small and it would be easy to understand someone not seeing it.

Part way through the day, we noticed someone else had pulled a trailer into our third spot. My brother-in-law and I went to talk to them. The first thing I noticed was they had a U personalized license plate and some U camping chairs. The dude had a couple of earrings. For a split second, my dislike of the U surfaced and I thought, "Great. Some Utes took our campsite." In that split second I also wondered if the guy would be hard to deal with. But, fortunately, my better self took over almost immediately. I reminded myself that I know a lot of good Utah fans and I know a lot of good people that look a LOT rougher around the edges than this guy.

My BIL started the conversation and said we had the spot reserved. Then he said, we didn't really need it for any tents or anything because it turned out there were enough places to pitch tents in our other two spots. We did, however, need to park a couple of our cars there. So he proposed to the guy that they stay in the spot (it was the last one available) and let us park a car or two. They didn't need anymore parking space, so we had a good solution.

Since both of us had paid for the same spot and we didn't want to be charged for the extra cars on the third spot (if the camp host saw he hadn't paid for extra cars), we went to explain our solution to the camp host.

At first, the camp host looked nervous she was going to have to mediate a dispute. When she realized we had already worked every thing out, she turned to me and my BIL and said, "And you guys are ok with this?" Being a goofball, I said, "Well there is one other thing." As I turned to the other guy, I said, "We're gonna need you to cheer for Zach Wilson on August 29th." He got a pained expression on his face and said, "Is there anything else we can do instead? Like donate a kidney or something?" And we all had a good laugh.

The guy was totally cool. And he even slipped my BIL some cash for the inconvenience. My BIL tried to turn it down, but he was insistent. It wasn't life or death. We had fun with it.