So our kids wore red and black. Ken and I wore green and white. We went to the game, sat on opposite sides of the arena, and cheered loudly--all of us for West, actually. I do love me some Provo High School Bulldogs. But seriously? It was nice to see West claim some of its former athletic glory.
We went to Hires after. M-m-m-m-m-m. Crispy fries and cold root beer in a frosty mug. Life IS good.
One more thing. My uber cool son Phil (WHS '99) did the cartoon.
