Why the Utes are like a Co-Dependent Boyfriend

So Danny and I made the trek from St. George up to Happy Valley yesterday, but it wasn’t so joyous for us. I’ll be the first to admit that the Zoobies outplayed us . . . but that doesn’t mean that they necessarily should’ve won.

I’ve participated in enough sporting events over the years to know that the better team isn’t always going to be going home a “W.” (And I’m not referring to our current president. Taking Dub-ya home would actually be worse than a loss as far as I’m concerned.)

I think when teams are as closely matched up as the Utes and that team down south, it comes down to heart. And Brian Johnson is significantly lacking in that area. And I think "attitude reflects leadership." (Yeah, I got that quote from the dude on “Remember the Titans.”)

Anyway, what kind of quarterback (when you’re looking for a crucial first down and it’s 3rd and 15) slides to protect himself from getting hurt when a title's on the line?!?! (or a chance for a title, small as it may have been.) It’s the last game of the season (excluding bowl games, but come on!!!); PUT IT ALL OUT ON THE FIELD! If you get injured, you’ve got an over excited Freshman waiting to pounce and prove himself at any given chance. (PS. I wish we’d ditch Johnson and just go with the freshman.)

That kid plays with heart. . . he’s out there; in it to win it.

Johnson . . . well, I think we’ve seen Wittingham put too much stock in Johnson … like the real key to the Utes losing early on the season was that their “Captain” wasn’t out there.

Well Captain my Captain; I defer to Steve Tate. That guy lays it all out on the line.

I’m so disappointed in Jonson; he reminds me of Rod Tisdell (sp) from Jerry Maguire (before he gets knocked out and finds his love of the game.) He plays with his head, but not his heart.

Anyway, back to my title. The reason the Utes are like a codependent boyfriend, is because despite all the crap they put you through . . . you still hold onto the memories of the good times and somehow think that makes up for all the time they break your heart. And just when you start to expect less. . . you begin to plan on disappointment .. well that's whenyou look back on the golden years; the good times (aka the Fiesta Bowl) and trust that even they if they broke your heart this week, they’ll find away to do something splendid (like beat UCLA) down the road. And you’ll take them back because truth be told . . . you never let them go.

There’s a reason that blood runs red, especially if you’re cut deep. ;) As my husband put it bluntly yesterday: “I’d rather be a loser than a cougar.”