I grew up outside of Utah. My Step-Father's family knew I was born in Utah and my dad still lived there, so I was a "Utah Everything Fan". When the cousins would get Buckeye/Cavs Gear, I would get Jazz/Utah gear. The ironic thing was, my mom would always joke around how she hated it because she graduated from BYU.
That's how I grew up watching the Jazz. I always have watched all the Utah and BYU games. After high school, I went to UVU for a year and then transferred to BYU. My first semester at BYU I met my wife. She was in a program at Weber State she couldn't move/transfer. So I transferred up to Weber State and hated it. So, after one semester I transferred to Utah.
After Utah, we moved to Pennsylvania. At that point, I was honestly a 50/50 Utah/BYU fan. Actually, probably more of a BYU fan than a Utah fan. A lot of my classmates were BYU fans and when I'd watch games with them they would talk a lot about Utah, the team and the students. They were pretty demeaning of anything Utah related and that really soured me, seeing how I graduated from there, had spent 1.5 years there, and knew from first hand experience that they were just flat out wrong.
From then on, my liking of BYU wained. Then, as you take a step back from the BYU culture, you realize that most BYU fans are the same. They have their storylines, they have their stereotypes, and that is just the way it is. I mean, Utah never beats BYU, it's always "Utah got lucky turnovers" "Utah is lucky the game was ____insert date____ instead of ____insert other date____" "Utah was lucky ____insert player's name____ was so new or didn't play."
It gets old.
I still watch every BYU football game. I respect Bronco. I think he did a great job. I love Kalani. I've found that the more I associate with BYU fans, the more I dislike BYU. The more I separate myself from them, the more I can enjoy BYU. I only discuss BYU here because the BYU fans are alright, even though they may all hate me. ha ha.
But I love Utah. We went there the other night with my kids. It's crazy how much it has changed since I was there. But, my circle next to he HEB building is still there. The circle where I would cram before tests. The circle I'd sit and sweat out results on. The circle I cried tears of fear of failure and tears of joy of success.
1994 might still be my favorite season. I remember that they would all show me the newspaper clips showing whether Utah won or lost and where Utah was in the rankings and how they were climbing. I was so proud and loved the attention even though I really had no clue what was going on.
I remember riding Trax to school and seeing Urban on the Trax handing out tickets to games and thinking that he could be special. My wife's first football game was the AF game in 2003. What an ending.
I love what Whitt has built. I love what the school provides. I love how many kids graduate there. I love how Whitt has created a culture that allows these young men to mature and become better people. I love the family feel to the school as a whole.
Who am I sir? A Utah Man Am I.