A Fine Day at the Stadium

This past weekend I took Patrick to a football game. It was the only Ute game we made it to this year. My co-worker gave me her tickets to the game against San Diego State. It wasn't much of a game, as the Utes rolled over the Aztecs in a tune up for this week's confrontation with the BYU Boogars. But it was a lot of fun to take some time off from studying and take my boy to a game.

Patrick demonstrated that he is a true Shirley. Before the game I bought him a hot dog, some chips and a Coke. In the first half the guy sitting next to us pulled out a bag of cookies, which were each the size of a dinner plate. He gave one to P-Man, instructing him to share it with his dad. He said no way, that he would eat it all himself. I told him that I would give him five bucks if he ate the whole thing. And he did. In the second half the kettle corn guy came down the aisle peddling his bags. "That kettle corn is five bucks." Patrick noted. "Yes it is." I replied. "Can I have the five bucks you owe me?" he asked. I gave him a fiver, and he purchased his kettle corn. I have no idea where he put all that food.

Utah freshman quarterback Jordan Wynn is now sporting a mustache. So before the game a woman sitting on the front row just ahead of us handed out fake mustaches to everyone around. I didn't put one on, as I am wearing my winter beard and it wouldn't stick. But I thought Patrick looked pretty good in his.