during the BYU Basketbal game last night against New Mexico. Since we were sucking so bad and our only hope was Jimmer, every time he got the ball, every time he passed the ball, every time he pretended good defense, I shouted, “I LOVE YOU, JIMMER, I LOVE YOU, JIMMER! I LOVE YOU, JIMMER!” Then periodically mixed it up with “JIMR, JIMR, JIMR! IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou!!!”
But after Jimmer drove the entire court and laid it up against three players, I knew I really crossed the line:
“I LOVE YOU, JIMMER, MORE THAN MY OWN HUSBAND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” and then fell into hysterical laughter, partially out of excitement, partially out of seeing Ryan’s face across the room.
Yes, we were watching the game on TV, eating ice cream, on a date. Yes, I crossed the line.