It's like I have ESPN or something...

Wow. I am tired my friends. Mondays are always busy at my place of employment. I am particularly worn out today; struggling to keep my eyes open and it's not even 10. That's okay though, I guess I can't really complain about that.

Does anyone else feel a little up tight from the BYU-Utah game Saturday? I sure do. And all these posts on the Facebook about the game aren't really helping.  No, it's not because I'm a mourning BYU fan, or even a celebrating Utah fan.. I can hardly call myself a fan of either school, I have no blood in the battle. I was born in Logan, and attended Utah State for a year. I've been asking why I let myself get so caught up in the mix. Not just about this game/sport in particular, but about sports in general. 

There have been a couple general authorities mentioning sports and their fans in some of their talks. (one from Pres. Uchtdorf, and more recently from Elder Holland) It really puts things in perspective for me. I like sports as much as the next guy, and am probably more conversant than most of the people I associate with. But is it really that big of a deal? There are always going to be records broken, and every team will have it's ups and down. Only the faces and names change. I'll tell myself that I need to allocate my time differently, and find more useful things to take part in. But what do I do the moment I walk in the door? Flip the TV on to ESPN. Maybe someday I'll move on to something else.

Ironically, a mug shot of Shaun White, the snowboarder just popped up on tv. Guess he was arrested for vandalism and public intoxication. Huh. Interesting.

Speaking of walking in the door - on my way from my car to the house (for some reason, I ran to the porch) a bug flew in my mouth and I nearly swallowed it. Got my heart racing and skin crawling. Bleh.

Again, while on the topic of walking in the door - I lied. ESPN is probably the second thing I do when I get home. I think most of us really just go to the kitchen and open the fridge. We might just stand there with both the doors open for a minute or two. I've even caught myself opening the fridge at other people's homes, not necessarily looking for food, but just because it's habit. I dunno, maybe I become more comfortable when I know what is in the fridge of my current host.