The other night I came home and did my normal routine. My wife was getting dinner ready and I continued to get things done for the evening. My wife told me that dinner was ready, so I went in and my dinner was on a red plate! “No . . . I will not eat my dinner on a red plate!” I realize to most of you that this is a little . . . How you say “OVERBOARD” but, it is the same reason that the only red shirts that I have in the closet are in the back and I wore them because I had to for work, and the same reason that I consciously pick the black or white bowl to eat anything out of, and the same reason that I won’t drink out of the red plastic cups. Not only can I not stand red, I have an issue with myself that I feel like I have an outcome on the game or Jinx the cougars.

My wife cannot stand that I make a big deal out of this but . . . I do. Call it whatever you want but when it comes down to it something in my mind will not let me wear red. On Halloween It took everything possible to get myself to wear the stupid costume for work, but that was to spite the Utah fans so it wasn’t so bad. I was talking to a colleague and he was telling me that his little 4 year old refuses to wear his RED underwear, and also exclaimed that he did not want Santa Clause to come this year, because he wants a BLUE Santa not a RED one. The funny part about that is, he picked that up all on his own. Of course he had a little help from family being BYU fans, but it also helps that he has some Ute fans as cousins who terrorize him all the time so it is pretty safe to say that he is gaining that Ute callus already, and will probably not eat off any RED plates when he is older either.