Boise State

Boise is a small town, that thinks it's cosmopolitan. Not unlike a lapdog with a guard dog self image.

In Boise, we take football very seriously. You may have seen the recent hoopla all over ESPN and Sports Illustrated. We love our college team. It's something of an obsession, truth-be-told. Everyone puts flags on their cars on game day, like they did with red/white/blue after 9/11. It's a show of support that makes the entire town seem like family. I painted my toenails blue.

Monday evening was the big game between BSU and Virginia Tech.
The best part of the game, was watching Kara.
At our house, we had a party. The men all sat on the back patio with the TV and the cigars.
We women sat upstairs and watched Kara scream at the TV. She has two phrases to yell. If the team did something poorly, she would say, "that's ok," (clap, clap), "that's ok."
If they did something good, she would shout, "That's what I'm talkin about!"
If they did something really great, she would stand up and scream, "That's what I'm FRICKIN talkin' about!!!"
She was fascinating.
By the thrid quarter, we were begging her to find a new phrase. Something. Anything. We were making helpful suggestions, being inventive. She just couldn't manage creativity when the moment was right. It was like some instinctive muscle memory, or something. She just kept screaming that same phrase over and over again.
But it worked, I guess. Our team won.

Boise is crazy about BSU football. Especially Kara. But you know that now, because...that's what I'm talkin about.