That day, which included factors not related to the actual (very bad) product on the field that I shall not bellyache about again here, was my worst experience involving a BYU home football game, bar none.

I felt I could very nearly relate to one Jimmy McMahon, when he articulated the happiness he felt seeing Provo in his rearview mirror.

Most football trips produce the polar opposite of feelings, win or lose (although winning is waayyyy better). But that day was awful.