The sun dipped low on Saturday night,
Under stadium lights, the crowd alight.
Red and blue, twin seas of pride,
Fierce rivals, side by side.

The Utes were charging, hearts ablaze,
Their fans, in frenzy, their coach was gay?
But BYU stood, unbowed, undaunted,
Its Cougar spirit, sharp and flaunted.

Each pass a battle, each run a war,
The field a canvas, painted in gore.
Utah’s defense, fierce and fast,
But that offense? It could not pass.

With minutes ticking, BYU's lead grew,
A 4th and long — could the Utes break through?
Rose dropped back to throw a long pass,
Jack Kelly broke through and knocked him on his

As he hit the ground the ball was dropped,
A scoop and score, their morale was popped.
Cam Rising wept with coach in his arms
Their love could not ever be harmed.

Jake Retzlaff took the field and threw
touchdowns and first downs all night and knew
his legacy would was cemented anew
He would be forever known as the BYJew.

A catch! A run! Into the end zone!
The Cougars erupted, their victory grown.
The Utes stood silent, the moment blown,
From Whittingham, however, a contented groan.

The scoreboard flashed, the win was sealed,
A rivalry fought, with blood and zeal.
In this blow out game, BYU stood tall
defying the Vegas oddsmakers one and all.

The roar of the faithful, the sound of pride,
As the Cougars walked, with heads held high.
In the end, they knew what was true:
In this rivalry, BYU’s strength had broke through.