Before I begin this blog, there are a few important details that one should know.
1) I love BYU sports, especially basketball and football, in that order.
2) I attended BYU as a student for 5 years
3) Every sporting event, the cheerleaders throw t-shirts, candy, balls, etc into the crowd causing a massive mosh pit of students jumping, pushing, clawing, and elbowing to get the 5 dollar item that was thrown in the crowd. It is not about the prize, everyone could care less about the prize, it is about the feeling of knowing that of all the students in that mosh pit, you are the one that got the prize.
4) In my 5 years as a student I have attended 90 basketball games, 40 football games, 10 soccer games, and 20 volleyball games. That is a totally of 160 BYU events not including the other times that BYU threw a shirt into a crowd randomly on campus or at a show. PS when I say attend, I don't just mean, I went, I mean I stood in line, slept on pavement, woke up at 4 to get tickets, pushed people out of seats, and did some other things that may or may not be 100% honest, but were 100% necessary to express my BYU love.
5) My roommates and I decided freshman year that they only way we could graduate was if we won an intramural t-shirt (which I did in cross country) and caught a shirt at ONE of the 160 events that we attended (which I didn't).
Last night I went to the BYU Weber game with my little sister. Thanks to her I had a seat on the 8th row (which is about where I normally sat ps) Thanks to Hannah I had a ticket into the game, and thanks to the girl in front of me who was about 4'10, last night after 5 years of waiting, after 160 games, after hours and hours and hours waiting in line, after watching my neighbors catch the shirt, after shirts and balls bouncing off my face because I was looking the other direction (yes that happened 2 times), after having my husband put his hands in mine as the shirt landed in them so he would catch it instead of me to be funny (NOT FUNNY ALL 3 TIMES!!!!) I Cami Wing, with child, FINALLY HAVE MY OWN SHIRT!!!!
Did I scream at the top of my lungs? Yes. Did I maybe shed a tear? Of course! Did I call all my old roommates immediately? You bet! Did I explain to everyone around me the importance of this moment and literally say to them "You are so lucky to be witnessing this right now!" Oh most definitely. Will I save the shirt for the rest of my life and put it in a quilt someday? Certainly!But more importantly did I go home with my own shirt and now can finally feel like my 5 years of school meant something? ABSOLUTELY!!!!
This is not drama... this is passion
