So I know this is late, but I forgot I had these pics on my camera. My dear brother Jeffrey was able to get tickets to the byu v. utah football game for me bradley, tommy (my brother) and tommy's friend. We had a lot of fun, even though we lost horribly. blah. here are some pics from the game! Scroll down to see my greatest new battle scar
Bradley and I at Halftime.
Bradley and I cheering on BYU! This is what I get when I ask him to take a "normal" picture with me haha.
Tommy and his friend Josh.
Halftime show.
As Bradley would put it, I got to play basketball with "the big boys" tonight. Despite the fact that I was the biggest person there besides Bradley, I still managed to slightly injure myself. I decided that I am a walking magnet for odd injuries. First my floating rib, then my retardo back, and now I get a chunk of my face taken off. What's next? I don't even want to list an idea because with my luck, it would come true. Luckily I'm pretty tough (right mom?) so I can handle this sort of stuff haha. As if I don't get beat up in practice enough everyday with girls who have got 20+ pounds on me digging their elbows into my already feeble ribcage. mmm what the life I lead! :)
What a nice chunk of eye just gone right there! Fabulous. You should have seen the other guy though. It was a sad story. I was breakin his ankles all night! And for those of you not too familiar with athletic jargon, try as they might (cough, Erin, cough), I do love you, and will explain! As urban dictionary defines, breaking ankles is defined as this:
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| Basketball ...making such a good offensive move that the defender falls and breaks an ankle Coach: "Let's break ankles in the game tonight!"
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:) Those boys don't know what hit em!