A lot of the time it was like watching a father play football with his kids, teasing them, dancing around them and then slowing down a little so they can tackle him. Not for Swoop though (the Ute's hawk). He was not about to let any 9th grader make it through his territory. He would tackle anyone that came close to him.
The best part was, it was a whole team of mascots. They really know how to get the crowd going with some ridiculous tackles or false starts. I'm pretty sure one of those 9th graders will be scarred for life with memories of a giant bumble bee chasing him down and hitting him repeatedly with a first down marker.
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You always seem to find the best activities to do. You need to write a guide book to Utah.
This is hilarious. How do you find all these great things to do?
My son played in it last year. Those kids are dead serious. Sam helped coach and was down on the field, he overheard a couple kids talking:
"Dude, I HATE that racoon!"
"I know, man, that horse is talking so much trash..."
So funny!
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