Love the new turf.
Love the smell of cotton candy in a stadium.
Love the new red shoes.
Love Asiata's 156 yards.
Love, love, love, love, love Utah football.
But I wouldn't be me if I didn't have some minor complaint to share, and it is simple: I sat with my pops in his season tickets for opening game, and we were surrounding with Grade-A Whiskey Tangos. There was seriously one woman who managed to reveal eight inches of ass crack - I swear, her butt began halfway up her back. And that was but one of the primo examples of ug we had to endure.
For the love - please, please, please someone institute a dress code for Rice Eccles Stadium.