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    The details of my life as a Ute are quite inconsequential

    by Chitz
    2014-10-31 06:05:10

    My father was a relentlessly self-improving creamery owner from Paragonah with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a 19 year-old daughter of a Zoob religion professor named La Vern with webbed feet.

    My father would proselytize, he would drink caffeine-free Catch, he would make outrageous claims like LaVell invented the forward pass. Some times he would accuse Cosmo of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.

    My childhood was typical, summers in American Fark, clogging lessons....

    In the spring we'd make national championship projections. When I was insolent--like the time in 1985 when I had the audacity to wear a "Miner Miracle" t-shirt--I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really.

    At the age of 12 I received my first clip-on tie. At the age of 14, a Zoob named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.

    At that point, I realized that these people were really messed up. So I--I took the one less traveled by (at least in my family), and that has made all the difference.

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    Reading H-man's commentary earlier made me try to think about when I first realized I was a Ute.

    by San Diego Ute Fan
    2014-10-30 16:08:21

    After contemplation, I cannot point to a specific game, or even a specific year. I was literally carried to Ute games as a baby. Before I could walk, I experienced dozens of football and basketball games at the U.

    I guess my earliest memory is being carried by my dad up the scary wooden bleachers to the cheap seats near the rafters of Einar Nielsen. I vividly remember being 3 or 4 years old; sitting on top of two rented red UofU seat cushions, both of our ski parkas, and straining to see over the shoulder of the people in front of us.

    I remember the smell of the popcorn, the dirt floor, the fudgesickles from the ice cream truck behind the bleachers, and how brutally hot it got in a full house at the old "Wigwam".

    I remember my dad pointing to Jack Gardner's milk basket, showing me how many quarts he drank, depending on the stress of the game. He had stomach ulcers that drove him to drink, (milk).

    I clearly remember cheering for Chambers, English, Simon, Jackson... And later Newlin, Gardner, Mahler, and the boys as we transitioned into the Special Events Center.

    I remember clearing snow and ice from the old wooden benches at Ute Stadium to set up our folding bleacher chairs that we got at the S&H Green Stamp redemption store. I remember being bundled up like the kid brother in "Christmas Story" to try to stay warm and still being cold.

    What I remember most as a little Ute is winning. Seldom did Utah lose a game at home. Particularly in basketball. I cherish those trips up the hill with my dad. I am thankful for those memories even more than hunting and camping with my dad as a kid.

    Those memories will never leave me. The games were one-on-one "me and dad" time. To this day, we speak on the phone before, during, and after Utah ball games.

    Now, having had all girls, only one of which is a big Ute fan, I am building the same memories as best I can in SD with my grandson. He is Ute through and through at age 8, and always will be. The little man bleeds red.

    In short, I cannot remember a day in my life that I wasn't a Ute, and I cannot remember the beginning of being a Ute. For that I am thankful.

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    Ute Nation in Florida

    by Utehawk15
    2014-10-30 21:50:54

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    How a kid who wore BYU gear in his childhood family pictures is now a die-hard UTE

    by leftyjace
    2014-10-31 06:54:00

    Though born in Utah, my family moved to central California when I was very, very young. My Dad became a tennis pro. I spent a lot of time at the club as a kid. People there (affluent, well-to-do) were understandably loyal to their various alma maters, and my Dad was no different. I used to wear BYU gear because my parents gave it to me - I didn't know much about any other schools, though I thought USC had cool uniforms and I watched the Rose Bowl every year. I remember being at the club in the lounge watching Danny Ainge's end-to-end layup to win in the NCAA tournament and cheering like crazy, while everyone around me looked stunned and wondered what was going on.

    As a young adult we moved back to Utah. I was active LDS and fell back into the rhythm of cheering for BYU until some significant family events happened that changed my outlook on life. I started growing up and began the process of "losing my faith". My high school experience was horrible and studies was not my focus. I graduated with a 2.7 GPA ("earning" two 0.0's my senior year), did so with 1/4 credit to spare, and didn't really complete any college prep courses.

    Married at 20 and a father at 23, I didn't start college until my son was born. I applied for SLCC and was accepted and started part-time coursework.

    A few years later, I started thinking about what I wanted to do and set my mind on graduating with a degree in Computer Science. Finding out that the U had a great program, I set my sights on transferring and getting accepted to the U. At this point my loyalties were ambiguous. I was, however, accepted as a CS major.

    After off-and-on part-time attendance, I switched my major to Economics (much easier for a non-traditional student to finish). After years of part-time attendance I finally realized I was in my late 30's and didn't have my degree yet, so I literally took a year off of work, took out a bazillion dollars in student loans to support my family, and went up to the U in 2007 to finish 48 semester hours in 3 semesters. I graduated with my B.S. in Economics in December 2007.

    To put it absolutely plainly, this was the first time I had attended an educational institution as an adult (or young adult) where I was able to enjoy the experience and start to appreciate my school. I can't explain what happened... I just... fell in love. The Union, the classes, the coursework, the instructors, the campus. Here I was, a late 30's student, hanging out with a bunch of traditional students, and I was accepted, respected, and included like I never was in High School. It was at this point that I really started cheering for the U.

    After graduating, the magical 2008-2009 season happened, and I followed very closely. I was then completely and utterly hooked on Utah football. I had somewhat followed basketball over the years, but it was football that turned me into a rabid Ute.

    I also applied for and was accepted to the U Executive MBA program, which I graduated from in 2011. A buddy in my class and I decided to get football season tickets that first year - ironically, the season before the PAC-12 announcement. (Good timing!)

    Now, here I am, a mid-40's dude, with two degrees from the University of Utah on my wall and football season tickets every year. I'm really close to pulling the trigger and ponying up for some basketball season tickets as well, and I find myself seeking out and watching the Utah volleyball team on the PAC-12 network whenever I can.

    The loyalty and love I feel for my school is hard to describe. I didn't know why people were such rabid and loyal fans until late in my adult life - and now I regret not taking part in the full college experience when I was younger. But given the circumstances, I feel like my experience was extremely rich and amazing. I am definitely a black sheep in my family - not only do I not cheer for BYU, but I'm also not active LDS any more. But I wouldn't change a thing and couldn't be happier... and at least my mom (and my dad, up until his death in 2012) got to the point where they would cheer for the U as long as they weren't playing BYU.

    The U changed my life. Completely changed my life. It wasn't so long ago that I was an adult with no degree, inconsistent income, and a lot of insecurity about my resume. Applying myself at the U changed all that. The quality of my life has changed in so many ways - not only income and employment prospects, but also self-confidence and security because I have two degrees from a great institution that no one can take away from me. Never again will people disregard my qualifications and experience simply because I didn't have anything substantial to put under "Education" on my resume.

    I have passed my fandom on to my children. Both my son and my daughter are big time U fans. I take my son to the majority of games with me. He's down at UVU right now in his sophomore year, but has intentions of applying to and graduating from the U Dental School.

    OK, that's a lot more than you wanted to know about me, but I've read some of the stories that were posted and they are oftentimes amazing, insightful, funny, and fun. Proud to be a member of such a wonderful brother/sister-hood of Utah fans and alumni.

    GO UTES!!!!!!

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    I was born near the U campus to a masseuse that worked at the University Marriott hotel. I was born out of wedlock, a bastard child, with an innate ability for understanding all facets of the game of basketball.

    by Hammer
    2014-10-30 22:34:32

    I was a tubby kid with thinning hair while growing up, my mother nicknamed me little Ricky. She always came through and would somehow get us free tickets to Utah men's basketball. We would attend the games hand in hand and she would quiz me and ask me my thoughts on various aspects of the game such as the man to man defense and the triangle and two as she stroked my thinning hair. Nobody had ever taught basketball to me before, I just had some kind of innate understanding of the game.

    At parties my mom would tell embarrassing stories of my childhood. I guess as a chubby 5 year old, my favorite thing to do was to sneak into the men's basketball locker room during the game, disrobe, and wait for the players to come back into the locker room and see the shock on their faces as i sat their quietly, completely butt naked on the bench. I would talk with them nonchalantly as if this was completely normal while they dressed and conversed with their teammates.

    In elementary school we had these social rejects that teased Utah Ute fans. The rejects used to love to bully me for being the lone Ute. To deal with the bullying, I would jog my fat ass 50 minutes during lunch and work up a sweaty crotch and armpits. I would walk in as the last one to return to class and I would purposely try to stumble on a sitting zoob and rub my sweaty armpit on them. On one occasion this zoob yelled, get off me, yew fat ass. I got angry and replied "you are a disgrace to all rejects!" - that got me sent home to mother. She took me to the game that night.

    She's gone now.

    I love you mom.

    Go Utes!

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    I was born a poor black child...

    by Chad Sexington
    2014-10-30 20:32:17

    I remember a Christmas long ago, I was very young, and my Grammy Pearl was bouncing me on her knee. We were very poor, and Christmas presents were a luxury. We lived on love for each other. Anyway, Grammy had just finished a bottle of Old Crow and gave me the empty, or so she thought, as a Christmas present. There were still a few drops in the bottle. I quickly noticed and drank them before Grammy would see. It was then that I became a UTE for life.

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    Thanks for sharing. I enjoyed it

    by brettski
    2014-10-30 16:43:38

    My story is a little different. My parents both graduated from the U but they weren't huge sports fans. All of my aunts and uncles went to Utah and I knew that our family cheered for Utah. That was about the extent of it. We went to a few gymnastics meets, a few men's basketball games and I remember watching Marshall Faulk and SDSU play in Rice Stadium when I was about 9.

    Like my parents I was mostly a casual fan. Then one day I went to play with a friend after he came home from a BYU game. I didn't realize it was the annual beat down of BYU against Utah. I remember him talking about how bad Utah sucked and that they were losers etc etc. It really struck a chord with me because my family was a Utah family

    That day going forward I started standing up for my parent's school. I was the only Utah fan in the neighborhood and in church. The first few years sucked and I had to grow a backbone through the Ty Detmer years but by the time 5th grade rolled around, it was 34-31 and I really had something to celebrate.

    It's been great watching some of the non zoobish types I grew up with come around and see them cheering for the U and rejecting their troubled past as Y fans.

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    I was born in Provo while my good Mormon Mom was going to school and my Dad was doing nothing but looking for a good Mormon girl to be his wife.

    by SforkUte
    2014-10-30 19:29:18

    I was raised in a humble byu loving home in the Mormon belt of Southeast Idaho.

    The image and sounds of my Dad trotting around the house on a Saturday singing the byu fight song are still burned into my memory, he would then exit the house and light up a couple cigs. Behind the silo in the field where Mom couldn't see the smoke. Man he was good.

    I sometimes wonder if he was still around if he would have eventually converted to the U? My heart says "yes".

    My entire school, from K to 12 was 95% Mormon, we were all cut from the same cloth except for the odd balls that cheered for Notre Dame and a few kids that ventured out from the norm and cheered for FSU or BSU. Seriously? A small town Idaho kid cheering for FSU?

    The sparks of the Utah fire started to burn early for me.

    My Grandparents lived in Salt Lake and a couple of my Aunts had attended the U. We would visit the SLC area often while I was growing up. My Grandfather had an old school Cherokee Chief:

    The car was cool but the feature that really stood out to me was his extra tire cover on the back of his car.

    It was a Drum and Feather cover.

    As a 10 year old boy that thing was cool as $hit!

    I remember taking an interest in Utah and even started to argue with my Dad (gasp!) about how he could cheer for byu....he didn't graduate. I used that as a pivotal argument. Not that it really matters in the world of fandom but to a 10 year old kid I thought it was pretty damn good.

    Back then I could never watch Utah play if I wasn't in SLC during the fall on a Saturday, but we were constantly barraged by Saturday afternoon byu radio play by play while back at home in Idaho.

    It probably wasn't until I graduated from high school and all my buds were making plans for college that my desire to align myself with Utah really took strong hold on me.

    That was 25 years ago now.

    I can thank the U for some great memories, my chance to meet my wife, my diploma and my passion to cheer them on regardless.

    I am hoping I am teaching my kids the right path to lifelong Utah commitment and hope to crimson clad Jesus that I am not doing to them what my Dad did to me.

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    So Dres is the only receiver that has the speed to go deep? We have 3 other receivers that I know of that are faster than Dres on his best day.

    by rbentz
    2014-10-30 15:40:16

    We will miss Dres most because he is a very good down field blocker. His stat line and performances this season are quite pedestrian IMO. He does, however, help Booker in his blocking down field.

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    1927 - my grandfather came as a German immigrant on a loan from his Jewish former employer. He came alone, worked to bring his entire family here and put himself through the U. His masters thesis is still on file.

    by Rocker Ute
    2014-10-30 17:12:09

    My father and his brother were U grads. Me and my four siblings are all graduates of the U.

    Regarding his employer, my grandfather's journal records that his Jewish employer came into work and was upset regarding the at the time new and growing Nazi movement. He said to my Grandpa that if he were his age (19) he would go to America. My grandpa admitted that was what he wanted to do. His employer agreed to loan him the money simply saying that he knew he'd pay him back if he could (he did).

    We don't know what eventually became of that employer after the war, but I'll always be grateful to him for his generosity.

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    Big announcement from Provo.

    by Proud2BaUte
    2014-10-30 18:26:44

    (AP, October 30, 5:00 PM, Provo Utah)

    BYU's athletice director Tom Holmo announced this afternoon that BYU will change its mascot from Cougars to Yahoos effective immediately. BYU's President Worthen said, "Our middle aged women fans were offended by the name Cougars. They felt that this sent the wrong message."

    When Holmoe was asked why they chose Yahoos, he replied, "It's all about branding. We do not need to change anything. People around the world, incuding China, already think of Yahoo when they see our logo."

    BYU's football coach was excited about the name change because he felt that a Yahoo as defined in Gulliver's Travels best describes BYU's fan base. The definition of a Yahoo in Gulliver's travel: "The Yahoos have no ability to think or act rationally, they are savages who live entirely by instinct, like animals. "

    Actually I have many family and friends who are loyal BYU fans and good people. I just thought this was funny.

    Go Utes!!!

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    There was never any doubt with me

    by pangloss
    2014-10-30 17:29:18

    My father graduated from the U, my mother got her PhD from the U and on the faculty at the College of Nursing, my brother got his undergrad and PhD from the U, and both my sisters got their bachelor degrees from the U. I am the youngest. There wasn't a lot of discussion about where I would go. Although my sisters planned to smuggle me off to Canada if I got drafted.

    We moved to Bountiful from Ogden in 1960. I remember going to a few football and basketball games with my dad when I was about 10 or so.

    During one football game a bunch of students ran around the track during halftime with a long sign "Castrate the Cowboys". When they got to the visitor's SW corner of the stadium a bunch of Wyo fans filed out of their seats and old West barroom fight ensued. I loved it.

    I also remember going to a few games at Einar Nielsen. One of the games was against BYUck. The place was packed. We had general admission tickets and sat in the aisle. It was wild - my ears have been ringing ever since.

    We went to a Globetrotter game in the field house and I got autographs from Meadowlark Lemmon and Satchel Page. I didn't know who either one was but my dad told me I needed to stand in line and get their autographs. I lost the program, of course.

    My two 20+ year old sons are now Ute fans. I'm sure they'll remember seeing Utah beat USC with me and afterward all I could say was "Southern #%!@ing Cal"

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