First of all, they were prepared, man. They had the gear. They looked like they were ready for a wilderness survival adventure. Hand warmers, wet gear, provisions, the whole nine.

On BYU's first offensive play of the game, when Baylor and the RB screwed up and Baylor had to scramble for zero yards, they started laughing. I found that annoying.

But then they stopped laughing when we started moving the ball down the field. When we got the holding call near their red zone, I said out loud, "There it is. I was wondering what would stop this drive," and I saw their shoulders bob up and down a little bit. Laughing again. This time I wasn't annoyed, though, because they were laughing at my joke.

When we scored our first touchdown I cheered, they sat still. When I sat down I said, "who are these guys, and what have they done with our terrible offense?" Shoulder bobs.

Later in the game when we got a sack I said, "Wow a sack! Those are almost as rare as touchdowns!" More shoulder bobs.

At this point my wife knew exactly what I was doing. I had an audience and I was going for it.

When the BSU QB hit an open man but he dropped it I yelled "Butterfingers!" Big shoulder bobs. Which was neat, because they showed they can laugh at their own misfortunes.

The game went on like that. I'd make little jokes, they'd bob their shoulders. We were in a nice groove for a while. But then they left in the third quarter. So they never got to see my big finale. Which is probably good, because I had no idea what I was going to do for my big finale.