It’s rare not to see me in the kitchen on busy weekends, working among the spicy aromas of a Mexican Food kitchen. However, there is one event that allows me to take a break… BYU Football. I don’t attend in the usual manner, as a spectator, but as a member of the “Chain Gang.”
(For those who don’t know what that is… it’s the “Chain crew” who are assistance to the officials. They handle the first down measuring chain.)
Running the BYU Football “Chain Gang”, as I have done for the past 8 years, is something I always look forward too.
It’s a privilege to know all the coaches, but they usually associate me with their last great Mexican Food feast. And, since Jackson Danger and I cater lunch for the team during spring ball, most of the players associate me with wearing an apron, not black and white stripes.
I miss much of the game that the spectators in the bleachers see. However, I see, hear and sometime feel things, by standing with my shoes on the out-of-bounds grass, that the fans never see or experience.
Sometimes the “Chain Gang” will switch sides of the field at half time. I find it interesting to be on the opposing team’s side of the field and watch how the other team manages the game…how their coaches react under pressure, how they inspire (or not) their players. I also get to observe how the team members, and coaches support each other (or not).