If you know ANYTHING about me, you know my heart and soul lie with BYU Football. So when my best friend looked at me on Friday night and said, "Let's drive to Nebraska tonight," I said yes without hesitation. College is about being spontaneous, right? Right.
So we found two more travel buddies, hopped in the car, and set off to Nebraska at about 11pm. The drive to Lincoln takes about 13 hours. Yeah, we know we're crazy.
Why does Wyoming exist? That place is awful. Luckily we had enough snacks to feed all of Memorial Stadium to get us through that trip.
Every road trip has its weird moments. Savanah shaving her legs was one of them.
We FINALLY get to Lincoln, and let me tell you, I was not expecting that kind of humidity. But, I was also not expecting Husker fans to be so welcoming. We were offered food, water, directions, and good luck. I'm not used to people wearing red being so nice.
Once we made it to Memorial Stadium (which is BEAUTIFUL, by the way), we were lucky enough to get the opportunity to hang out on the field for a little while.
Let's take a second to appreciate Memorial Stadium. This place is incredible, from the fans to the facilities. Even after the game, the fans were gracious, thanked us for making the drive, and congratulated us. I've heard countless stories from other BYU fans that Huskers paid for their dinner after the game. That is the definition of class.
They even have Der Viener Schlinger. Yes, that is an AIR POWERED HOT DOG GUN. Take notes, BYU.
The game went back and forth between both teams. We lose our starting QB. Nebraska is up by one point. The heat, humidity, and exhaustion almost killed Savanah and I. We didn't want to believe that we had driven all this way just to witness a loss. With enough time for one play, we were trying to be as hopeful as possible. And then: THIS.
THE MANGUM MIRACLE. I SAW THIS. IN PERSON. RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME. ARE YOU KIDDING.
Cue screaming, jumping, crying, high-fiving, hugging strangers, and all-around pandemonium. We. Beat. Nebraska. 13 hour drive? Totally worth it.
People ask me all the time why I love sports so much. Why I stay home on a Friday or Saturday night to watch a football game. Why I sleep in front of a stadium or arena for front row seats. Why I'm willing to drive through the night on almost no sleep to a state full of corn to sweat off 10 lbs of water weight for a bunch of guys in jerseys running around on fake grass.
This is Y.
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