VICTORY.
byu-stanford men's volleyball.
game 4: byu, 2 wins; stanford, 1...
32 - 30.
OUR WIN.
the adrenaline rush was incredible. first the stanford fans caused me to lower my head in shame that humans are actually capable of going THAT LOW, but in an instant their preppy daddy's-girl ten-year-old CRAP was drowned out by a flood of support from the OTHER side of the stadium.....
B-Y-U!!!!!
B-Y-U!!!!!
B-Y-U!!!!!
don't stop don't stop keep it going you gotta do it for the boys you can't let them lose because of the delinquent children pretending to be college students on the other side . . .
it would've been an awesome game either way, they played so amazingly well, but it was immortalized by the fact that those deplorable specimens of materialistic vapidity were, in a spectacular explosion of cheers and cries and clapping stomping screaming, nicely SHUT UP once the points were scored and the game was done. that's right guys, you go ahead and yell crap like "sideout!!" to screw up our serves, we'll still ROCK YOU on your OWN TURF after you get to your little rich-kid pedestal of thinking you're so hot with your oh so impressive clapping cheers. yes, it is true, the byu fans actually beat the stanford fans in the test of loudness... which is, after all, what really matters. oh yeah and the guys playing that game on that court won something too i think.
i even actually heard more than one time the words "you suck" launched as one of their clever tactics, at which point i had to ask myself if i wasn't back in 7th grade when not yet fully developed adults were just learning the rules of cheering and courtesy and what is NOT okay to yell at the other team even if you think it should be.
at one point the ref actually did tell them to stop because of their derogatory comments, so at least from that point on we got to enjoy the added bonus of sarcastic comments vocalized in a half-hearted attempt to satisfy the demand for "cheering both sides."
i'll never forget it though. it was amazing. i've probably said that like 6 times already but it really was. by the third game my voice was gone. and at that one point near the end i started worrying because it was, after all, their home court so it was expected that they would gain the advantage in cheering power. but as i stood up in a frantic dash to rally any support i could for them, the low thunder of voices rose behind me, and all was well. i loved seeing it in the guy's face: he looked up at us and raised his arms, in rhythm with the chants, asking for more, more, more and taking it all in to pump life back into his team. then that one last kill, right at the end, lit the fuse and we all erupted into the ravenous enjoyment of the fact that THEIR TEAM LOST. there was no malicious delight in the loss of the actual team, because they were magnificently talented players and they did virtually nothing that was dishonorable or objectionable. it was their fans... and we shut their childish loudmouths hard.