Why Does Today Give Me a Pit in My Stomach?

Shower Thought - October 21, 2025

The worst day of life for a kid is the Monday school starts after Christmas. You've been on Christmas vacation for two and a half weeks. You got on your onesie Forty Niners pajamas. You've been playing Playstation all night, pancakes every morning, Dean Martin Christmas music playing, smells of cinnamon and pumpkin pie. You got a new bike, movie marathons; it's the greatest time of life. Then January 4th hits and it's an early morning, and it's cold, and the fun is over. "Get your Trapper Keeper! Shut up! Head to school! Christmas is over!"

For me, the wonderful time in sports is September and October. Boom! College Gameday, NFL Redzone, Diego Pavia, Rocky Top, Dillingham, staying up late to watch the Aggies! Here we go! Crispness in the air, Red River, Happy Valley, Scott Hanson, Lambeau in the fall. MLB postseason! It's one present after another. But in the back of my head, there's something lingering, nagging at me. There's a date that, just like the kid knows he starts school on January 4th and Christmas will end, I know that one day the NBA is going to start: October 21st. That's today. And I get a pit in my stomach. And I grab my Trapper Keeper, and I get ready to trudge through another miserable eighty-two game season. Christmas is over. It's time for the NBA.

Shower Thought - October 20, 2025

I have a buddy who plays blackjack. He goes to Mesquite or Wendover or wherever and doubles down. I do not play because I cannot count. But he is very sensitive to the table to the dealer and to the feeling of the place. He senses the vibration of the other players and the cigarette smoke in the room. He is like Tonto.

If he is hitting and rolling he has the ability to sense when a cooling is coming. He feels it in the wind. He packs up his chips and heads to Burger King. Any schmuck can have a good run at the Virgin River. Then they keep trying to double down when they start losing until they have lost everything. It takes a good player to sense the bad run coming and get out.

Unfortunately Kyle Whittingham did not get out and head to Burger King. He assumed his crazy run against BYU when they were independent and had no NIL or Power Four recruits meant that he could beat them anytime he wanted. He thought a loss like last year was a fluke. He thought he could come back win and go out on top. Well poor boss lost again and if he keeps coming back he may lose every chip he has. Kyle you are the greatest Ute of all time. Here is your statue. But when it comes to the BYU rivalry it is not only time to walk away it is time to run.