Football!!!!
OK, so I LOVE watching BYU football. It is so fun to have a team to root for and a cause to have opinions about.
Well, last night was the BYU vs. Omaha game. Kevin and I don't have a TV at our house, which we love, but it does make it a bit of a challenge to find a place to watch a game. And now BYU has started broadcasting their games on channels like CSTV and The Mountain, so no one who hasn't purchased the Comcast Football package or something can watch the games.
Besides how stupid that is and how fans can't watch the games and our team doesn't get any publicity outside of, well, Utah, there is one plus to this dilemma: we are forced to be social.
So last night we went over to the Legends Grille on campus, where they had about 20 screens showing the game and probably 500 people there watching it. It was the closest thing to being in the stadium, except that the team was in Omaha, and we were in Provo.
The game was pretty... well... we lost. We did some things well-- a lot of things well, in fact. This isn't a team where I cringe when I watch them and then wish that we actually had a decent team this year. No, I think they're a pretty good team. They just do stupid things and lose games.
For instance: our quarterback is new and throws interceptions. Our offensive line starts early, holds people, and aids the team in racking up 14 penalties. And that is how you lose games.
Omaha was pretty good, especially when you consider they have less than 3,000 students at their school. They're the smallest school in NCAA football, I think. We were pretty good at crushing their running game. And their short passes were pretty well ground into the turf. But it was those sneaky 60-yard passes for touchdowns (what, four of them?) that really got us. That's how you win games.
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Monday, September 10, 2007
This past week I worked at the NuSkin global convention in Salt Lake. Since my usual job is just taking phone calls from people placing orders and stuff, I was pretty excited to be able to do something different. So I signed up to work at the convention, and I also signed up for a bunch of extra hours. I worked an average of 12 hours per day, but it was pretty fun.
There were a lot of people there from Taiwan and other areas that speak Chinese, so most of my job was to help Chinese speakers navigate their way around the convention and answer their questions about our products and stuff. I felt pretty helpful if someone wanted to find something or make a return. But when people started asking me what the product contained (how do you say "amino acid" or "peptides" or "collagen" in Chinese?) or how it works (uh... something to do with Electricity), I felt pretty useless. ;)
So that's what I was doing. We took a bus up there from Provo, and the employee meals were all catered in one of the rooms at the Salt Palace (where the convention was held). I got to know a lot of my co-workers and a lot of people who work in various other departments. Basically, it felt like a high school field trip, complete with "Oooh, that Steve Lockhart is so good looking!" and "I think he totally likes me, but he is so not my type." lol
And then in the evenings, if we wanted to, we could stay for the evening's entertainment. I was always too tired to stay there, but I had heard that for the last evening, the BeeGees were coming. Now for all you historians out there, you'll recall that one of them has passed away, and they don't perform together as the BeeGees. But whatever. I like the BeeGees, and Kevin and I were pretty excited about dancing around in the aisles to "Stayin' Alive" and stuff.
Now fast-forward to Saturday night: Kevin drove up from Provo to come with me to the BeeGees concert. We went out to dinner and got to hang out for a little while (which hadn't happened all week since I'd been at convention all my waking hours). We showed up for the concert, and after they finished with all the recognition stuff (people dressed in really sparkly outfits yelling into a microphone, "Wo shi Chen Dai Hui, lai zi TAIWAAAAAAAANNNN!" in piercing Asian accents), they announce the nights entertainment: Robin Gibb!
Woo woo!
So the band starts playing. The back-up singers are wailing. Robin Gibb comes mosying on out (not strutting as a former BeeGee should) and starts.... well.... the mumbling-version-of-singing into the mic. He's kind of older now, and I guess he doesn't sing in falsetto any more. And he doesn't really have the range to hit all the notes in his regular voice. And I guess it just takes too much energy to strut and look like a BeeGee while you're trying to read the words being played to you in the screen at your feet (good thing he was wearing sunglasses so we couldn't notice him staring at the words the whole time). And he's not the lead, lead singer. He has these weird harmony parts that aren't the melody and sound really weird being sung as if they were (how deep is your love, how deep is your love).
He... was... awful! I've heard bad karaoke that sounded better, more energetic, and more BeeGee-ish than Robin Gibb did! As he started singing and crushed everyone's expectations, the place quickly emptied. People were streaming out the exits. I felt better that he was wearing those sunglasses now, so that he couldn't see just how many people were leaving.
We only stayed for 3 songs. It was that bad.
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