It's hard to believe that Boise has only played BYU three times, but not so hard to grasp that BYU has never won against our Boys in Blue. The glory days of that program are well behind them, and in typical Zoob fashion they're living on history. They managed to recruit some very good quarterbacks in the 80's, but Taysom Hill isn't really living up to the McMahon and Young lineage. Bronco Mendenhall isn't LaVell Edwards, either. BYU has a middle of the road, okay football program, and they don't quite know how to deal with real life in the modern age of football.
While the campus at the foot of the Wasach is beautiful, the bizarre Stepford feel of Provo overshadows everything but the mountains. Watch as you drive through the Morridor on your way in. Billboards are everywhere for all the accoutrements of a life made of plastic. Subdivisions with a tall white steeple stretching toward the sky as far as the eye can see. (Not that Boise is a whole lot better, but at least we can escape from it by heading downtown or in to the North End.)
My first steps on the BYU campus may very well be my last. The year is 2004, and I was seeing a very nice ex-mormon boy who hasn't let anybody know yet that he has left the church. He had a gig as a DJ at a singles ward event, and since I was there, I decided I could behave myself and lose the tank top for a t-shirt for the evening to go help him out at this thing. I grew up in a very LDS town, half my family is LDS, how bad could it go, really? All I had to do was put on the good kid act, not admit to being a Boise State fan (they were still sore from the BW-whoopin they received during the '03 season), and stay quiet.
I decided to sneak outside after we were done setting up for a quick smoke. I was standing away from everyone, on the far side of a parking lot, sitting on the curb in front of my dude's truck. I had no more than taken a drag when a man charged across the parking lot and told me to get off campus. Not get off campus to smoke, not "put it out," just GTFO and never come back. I was in violation of the honor code, you see. The fact that I had not signed their stupid little contract, I'm not LDS, and I wasn't even enrolled didn't seem to matter. I made him retrieve the keys from inside for me, left, and found the only coffee place in Provo at that time - the espresso stand inside Barnes and Noble. Just out of spite.
My hatred for BYU is not even close to Idaho or Nevada levels. Mostly, I just feel sorry for them. They're riding their history in to the oblivion that is independence from a conference that they feel they're beneath, and in the end they're the only ones that are going to pay. I'd say good luck, but we all know I don't really mean it. See you on Friday night!