Dreams Really Do Come True
When I was young, I had a dream, a goal, a wish, to meet a mascot. I watched sports and had my favorites. My one true wish was to get my picture taken with ... Oh, who am I kidding? I never have liked mascots. I mean, aren't they kind of creepy? Wandering around the stadium, hot and sweaty, wearing that giant head--who in there right mind would agree to that? (No offense to any mascots out there. You guys sure have spirit.) But, you know what? My kids sure love them. Friday, while watching the USU women's gymnastics team go up against BYU, my kids had the chance to get a picture with the bull. They were quite excited, even if I was reluctant. Keelie thought it was just about the funniest thing ever--a giant, blue bull walking around, swinging his tail. And you can tell by the enormous crowd gathered in the background, we were fortunate to grab this special moment with the mascot. Aren't we the lucky ones? Good times.
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Cute picture. I just became one of your followers. Have a super week.
Good times! :)
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