Buying chicks water at the football game.

So, I haven't got around to doing the Coldplay CD review yet. Some blog, eh? What do you expect, it's a blog. Fear not fearless reader, I'll get to it eventually. I did however, go to an amazing football game on Saturday. BYU was playing UCLA for the third time in a year. Last season the Cougars got beat early on by UCLA, but got their revenge in the Las Vegas bowl by blocking a would be game winning field goal in the end of the fourth quarter. 

Having this in mind, I entered the stadium expecting a good game, but a little unsure if BYU could pull off a win. You can imagine how pleased I was when the Cougars scored a touchdown early in the first quarter and went on to make five more before the second quarter was over. With a shining countenance and a somewhat hoarse throat, I went to find myself a hot dog at half time. In my happiness, and remembering an assignment from Bro. Clarke, I decided to buy something for a complete stranger. Now, I didn't want to buy something for just some dude. I went looking for some attractive young woman whose day I could brighten with my wallet and winning smile. As I found the hot dog line, I found myself right behind two such young women. I gave them a gentle tap on the shoulders and asked if I could buy whatever they were getting. They were a bit confused, but did not object. I explained that I wasn't a weirdo, I just have an English teacher who is, and he assigned me to buy something for a stranger. So, we chatted a bit. I found out their names, majors, and hometowns. They said they were only going to get a couple bottles of water, but I, feeling like a gentleman, told them they could get whatever they wanted. They ended up getting just the waters and I got my hot dog. They thanked me, I felt good about myself, I wished them a good remainder of the game, and we parted ways. 

During the second half the Cougars kept the Bruins scoreless and made another 17 points, making the final score: 59-0. All in all, a good day.