Mourning in Blue

I consider myself a big cougar fan. I wear their apparel, attend their games, and cheer for them as loud as possible. Yep, I am a cougar through and through. I can't lie, I have totally been caught up in Jimmer Mania. I love the kid, and I may also have a kindergarten crush on him. Heck, what single (and some married) woman wouldn't!?! I have never been so excited for my cougars as I have this basketball season. Third in the Nation, national and international fame for Jimmer, and a possible no. 1 seed. Everyone was talking final four for our little school. While I still a true blue cougar fan, I'm mourning for my cougars. No, we are not out of this season, but last night we got manhandled by UNM. We just weren't the same. I feel bad for Davies, and I feel really bad for my team. I don't know what adjustments will have to be made, or even if there is time to make them, but I'll tell you this one thing. When we decide to go to BYU, we go knowing full well we have to obey the honor code. We know exactly what the honor code entails. I don't care who mocks it calling us zoo animals, that is part of the school, and I love it! I'm proud to be alumni to a school who holds their morals high and holds their athletes to the same standard they hold the rest of the student body. So while I'm sad that we might not reach the lofty goals we had, I am proud of my school. And we rally again. We are BYU.