Yesterday, my friends and I decided to watch the BYU game. This week's game was supposedly a big game due to the fact that we were playing Florida State. They had previously been a ranked team but had lost the week before to an unranked team, thus dropping them out of the rankings. Florida would be playing a top-ten team on BYU's home field that they had not lost on since 2005. The game began with the opening kick-off to Florida. This was the begining of a very bad game.
Florida's first drive took them all the way to a touchdown. We got the kickoff next and were stopped, forcing us to punt. They then score again. We recieved another kickoff. On this drive we were able to pull together some amazing receptions, allowing us a touchdown. That's when my friends dad came into his house.
What I should have mentioned before is that we were watching the game prerecorded. In actuallity the game was in the second half before we started watching it. My friend's dad had been listening to the game in his car, so when he entered the house he sent a wave of depression over all of us. I can't remember the first words he said as he entered the house, but it was something along the lines of "They're really killing us, aren't they?" That was when I lost hope. BYU had a few good plays after that, but i knew it was all in vain. The final score was 54-28 for Florida State.
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