I was sitting in my hotel room in Ogden after my meeting reading CB when I realized BYU was playing the Utes that night at Huntsman. I did a quick poll of CB, asked if, since I was so close and had no other obligations, I should head to SLC to catch the game. The results were a unanimous "Heck yeah!" I looked at the clock and realized if I hustled, I would be able to get there in time. So I jumped up, put on my coat, and raced to SLC.

After finding a parking spot, I hopped out of the car and immediately noticed all the folks in crimson walking into the facility. My first thought was that my car might be damaged since I was a Y fan. I check my shirt to see if it was blue or red. Neither.

It was white. As in garment white. As in white as the driven snow.

That's right. I left the hotel room in such a hurry, I forgot I had taken my shirt off and laid down to chill after my meetings. I had left the room in such a rush I didn't realize I was wearing only my garment top. Since the game was due to start soon and buying an ugly red Yewt shirt from concessions was out of the question, I sat through that game with my jacket zipped to my neck. And even when Nick Emery threw his infamous punch, and I was sweating like a stuck pig, I couldn't take it off.

Stupid.