play ball

As many of you know, I'm extremely athletic.

— I'm always picked first when teams are being divvied up — a "first-drafter," if you will. (And I think you will.)
— I'm never seen without my tennis shoes (for those spur of the moment athletic adventures).
— And sports is, like, all I can talk about.

So when Utah Valley Magazine asked me to represent them at the BYU Women's Football Camp — an event where the BYU football team succumbs to the mercy of 500 giggling women — my first thought was, "Obviously."

OK, so the jig is up.
My entire opening paragraph is a lie, as you can see from this first photo. All the guys at work immediately informed me I didn't receive the hand-off correctly — I should have been cradling it with my arm. But it's not my fault. When they were explaining the correct technique I was fixing my hair.

This cradle, however, is perfection.

Look at me throw!
Thankfully, I ran into lifelong family friend Heidi at the camp. Before I found her, I was a lonely, scared little girl among the herds of women.
This is one of my favorite shots of her. As a BYU player is handing her the ball, she's looking at him saying, "What am I supposed to do with this? I don't know what you want me to do!"

You wouldn't know it from this shot. Goooooo Heidi!

I hopped over block thingies, showcasing my astute agility.
I'm basically a cat.

And then I pushed the block thingies.

And then I ran away with the block thingies.

And then I ran backwards like a master.
And then I mingled with Bronco Mendenhall.
And he totally told Heidi she had a cute haircut!
(The things we women remember.)

And then I got the money shot.
Oh, and major shout out to Adam who took all of these awesome pictures.
Cutest. Photographer. Ever.