wear BYU ponchos and then got destroyed.

So I could be there for the revenge, they flew me out, put me up at their house, gave me the Austin tour including dinner at the Salt Lick before the game and I sat with them in their excellent seats in the middle of the burnt orange sea.

Only dude in all my BYU gear.

It got almost uncomfortable as the thrashing continued and everyone around me not only was miserable about the one game, but what it meant in terms of the state of their program.