I saw this on Dawgsports, and the stories were great to read. I think it'd be awesome if we all did the same. I'll start.
The first BSU game that I ever attended was the Human bowl against Iowa State. I sat in the nosebleeds with my dad, and was really too young to be truly invested as a fan, although I still remember that day, I think because it was so cold.
Back when I was a wee lad in 2004 (I'm 18 now, still a young'n), my dad bought season tickets on what seemed like a whim. I remember going to all of those games, looking forward every week to football on Saturday night, getting home late, and turning on ESPN to see if maybe a highlight would make that night's sportscenter. I remember watching the liberty bowl, being ridiculously sad to see them lose, (it was the first time that I could remember). The real memories come the years after that. I remember watching the Georgia game at Stub's on Chinden, and walking home in tears. 2005 wasn't a good year for us, but I grew much closer to my dad. As the football seasons were happening, my parents were in the middle of a divorce that would be very hard on someone my age, finding things out about my parents, especially my dad, that a child just shouldn't know. As the years have gone on, my dad and I have drifted apart and I've become less and less close with him and much closer to my mother. Despite this difference, really the only thing that keeps us together is BSU and pro football. It's mostly all of what we talk about, and in a way it's very sad, but without BSU football, i couldn't say we'd be close at all. Now back to football memories. We've had the season tix since 2004 up until now, when I'm at college in Pocatello and planning to come home for games. My best memories with my dad come from games. I remember watching the UW game (also at Stub's, this loss would forever curse that place for me, I still haven't watched a game there). My best memories are the Oregon game at home, I wish that every home game carried that atmosphere, and the first Fiesta Bowl. Still during their divorce, my mom and dad's family banded together to give my dad and I tickets, gas money, and hotel rooms in Phoenix. We drove to Phoenix in his Toyota Yaris (google this please, the worst road trip car), stayed the night in Vegas, at the Grand Canyon, and finally in Glendale. We still joke about experiences from that trip, Mark Johnson losing his voice at the pep rally yelling "GO BRONCOS" the enormity of the stadium, the astronomical food prices, and of course, the plays that shocked the world. I've almost never been happier during than during this game, except for obviously other huge wins. Since i've been at school, I have really missed my mom, but not my dad as much. This saturday though, I know will change that. I'll probably go to a local sports bar and watch it with some friends, but I will most definitely be wishing that I was watching it with my dad.