Yes, the BYU Cougars football team defeated the Cal Bears 42-35 on Sat. Nov. 29. And, if you happen to live in Utah, you heard about head coach Bronco Mendenhall pumping his fists on Vine like he just won the national title.
But, that’s not all Mendenhall did after the game. He basically acted like a high schooler winning the state title, leaping and pumping his fists on the sideline after the gun sounded. He looked around for somebody to hug and grabbed the first assistant he could find in a tight embrace.
But wait, there’s more. In fact, it wasn’t even close to being the end. Bronco took his celebration into the tunnel at Memorial Stadium, pumping his fists even more as his players hoisted him into the air. It was captured on a Vine for time and all eternity. Water and energy drinks were flying around like champagne would have been–had this not been BYU and the kids not been under 21.
“Yeah! You like that, Cal Golden Bears?!? We’re champions of the world,” Bronco might have said in a parallel universe. But, in this world, BYU just beat a 5-7 Cal team from the Pac-12 who was fighting to make a bowl game for the first time in a long time.
As for Bronco, well, he was a guy who used to speak in clips and phrases and who talked in such hushed tones, you thought you were watching a testimonial. The only thing Bronco didn’t do in his early days as a coach at BYU was start bawling at the podium. Any, ANY show of emotion by anyone might have resulted in an honor code violation. You know, the old Bronco sure was a grumpy grump.
This new Bronco though, wow, what a trip THAT dude is. This guy is exciting, he has passion and by golly, his team is 8-4 after beating Cal from the Pac-12. You know what? Let the guy have his fun. He earned it. He lost his starting quarterback, starting running back and a slew of other starters–not to mention he lost badly to instate rival Utah State. He was clearly under pressure to win games, and so despite all odds, he did.
So it’s on to the Miami Beach Bowl, wherever that is, against a team from the American Athletic Conference–whatever that is. Does it matter? Not right now, baby, because somebody is winning. Pass the man more Martinelli’s already, ’cause it’s time for a few more fist pumps.