Real women watch...ESPN.

I'll never understand how some women don't appreciate sports. How can anyone not get into it? Maybe it was just the environment I was raised in, but if you tell me you don't appreciate any sort of athletic activity, I'll just assume you grew up in an ice cave in the middle of Antarctica. Have you never seen the World Cup? Or the Kentucky Derby? 

Some weekends when I am home, I just have ESPN on all day while I'm doing homework or cleaning, and my mom jokes that whoever I marry better want to watch the game and cuddle rather than going to dinner and a movie. I don't think I could plan a better date than that. I think one of the requirements of my future husband will be a scale ranking from 1-10 on how much he enjoys playing at least SOMETHING. If it's a 5 or under, it's a no-go. We're shooting for an 8.5-15.


First, it's the only thing on television that isn't sex, drugs or war. 


Second, it's pure competition. Of course, I'd rather be in the game than watching it, but it's just as exciting to watch amazingly athletic humans in their element. Basketball, specifically. I think because I know the game inside and out it's a lot more interesting, and I can see where they can go, where they can shoot, plays to make--I even had a dream last night that I walked on to the basketball team and started. Great dream. Then I woke up.


Football is even better because there are SO many things to know and understand. (At least for me.) Whenever I go to a game with someone who knows it a lot better than I do, I find myself asking too many questions and probably annoying them. But I figure guys want to impress girls about their knowledge, right? It's a win-win situation.


Maybe that's it. Maybe girls just don't know enough about the logistics to really appreciate them. So men, if you want your girl to watch the game with you, just try explaining it to her. She'll want to figure it out, and then you will get her to watch it intently with you. Who knows, she'll probably become a bigger Broncos fan than you.


One of the first questions I asked some sisters in my mission was if there were already basketball/volleyball games going on. Yes? Yes. Phew. I can leave now.

For the love...

of volleyball. 


Whoever knew my high school coach Salvo...you know that was her saying. For everything. But mostly when we were too lazy to dive for a ball across the court. "For the love, Monica!" (That was usually for everything when it was directed towards me.) I actually kind of miss her saying that. Because that means I was at practice. And being at practice means I was playing volleyball for hours a day. And playing volleyball for hours a day equals happiness. And now...I'm in college and I never play. 

Sophomore year ('07) with Sarah, Kalli, Megan, me and Fi just...warming up.
Excuse my pose that every sophomore did that year in every picture.

But guess what? Our first intramural game is tonight! 


Last week I saw my friend Connor (who is an incredible setter from Canada) while I was on Mitt Romney booth duty. We used to play a bunch last year, but since I've moved I haven't seen him at all. So naturally I asked him when they were playing next, and he said they had an extra spot on the team. WOOT! I get to finally play again! The great thing about it, is that I haven't lost a thing. In fact, I'm stronger than I was in high school, so I can hit so much harder and jump so much higher. I mean if I wouldn't have kept in shape I wouldn't have been...anyway, I am stoked to say the least. We're going to dominate. Wish us luck! 


...and I really want one of those t-shirts.

Three and a half things.

First thing: It's kinda fun to keep changing this blog header...I promise I'll stop soon. It took me a little longer to figure out than I thought it would, but thankfully I don't really have any homework this weekend. That's the beauty of being a broadcast journalism major: lots of labs. We do homework in class. AWESOME.


Second thing: so proud of my team last night. We looked great, and there was so much energy! It was entertainment at it's best. Clean, fun entertainment. That's how BYU is supposed to play, ESPN. I promised we'd give you a great show. (Kyle Van Noy's 93 yd. touchdown...ahem.) 


Third thing: John Legend? Guilty pleasure? Actually, that's not guilty. If any man sang this to me...wow.
(I'm not a huge fan of the violence in the video, I would just suggest putting the song on in the background--the lyrics are beautiful.)

Third and a half thing: I'm off to the BYU Athletic Hall of Fame tonight. Congrats to Carl McGown along with others who are being inducted tonight. Coach McGown led the Cougs to 2 national championships in volleyball, along with coaching the USA team. He's a legend himself.