He loved being there -- he was fascinated by all the action and the "BYU football guys" in their "football hats." He actually watched the plays through the first quarter and loved to cheer and clap when everyone else did. When he got really excited he raised his fists in the air and waved them around. He got bored with the game by the second quarter but liked crawling around, looking at people behind us and eating snacks. We left at halftime, which was okay because it was 31-7 or something.
All that happened AFTER I lost him for about three minutes after he disappeared when I bent down to get a drink from a water fountain. It was sheer terror followed by profound relief when I found him with one of the ushers. He had scampered back into the stands. I hope I never let that happen again.
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