I’m angry and I know you are too. I’m sure the same thing that happened to me at the beginning of this semester happened to many of you as well. I was walking down campus wearing my new backpack and school clothes I had picked and laid out on the floor the night before. I was chatting with some guys about the upcoming home football game and was excited to go.

When we finally parted ways, I stopped dead in my tracks, realizing that I didn’t even go to school there. I went to BYU-Idaho -- a school without a college football team. After a very awkward walk back to my car and a long trip down I-90, I was back in Rexburg, Idaho.

I know how you feel. We all need to grab our torches and pitchforks and peacefully fix this problem. We are missing out on a valuable part of our education. We don’t know how to kindle our artistic abilities and paint our tummies and dye our hair. We don’t know how to strategically get swindled by a ticket scalper. We don’t know how to taunt opposing fans -- and our sports section covers ultimate Frisbee.

Every Saturday, I find some way to re-create the experience of a crowded stadium in my living room. But let’s be honest. The stadium I drew up on crate paper to cover the walls looks more like the redwood forest -- and I still can’t find a decent price on popcorn and cotton candy-smelling aerosol cans.

But let’s play the positive game. There are benefits that come from a weekend without watching a helmet fly off someone’s head. For example, if you’re on a bad date at a football game, it’s kind of hard to bail in the middle with the excuse, “I forgot I was supposed to go to an old roommate’s birthday party,” because she will be sitting six rows in front of you.

If there is a chance that someone living in the Cedars doesn’t like college football (even though they all do), they don’t have to wear earplugs each Saturday.

We don’t have to deal with the awkward situations of other schools that see their professors without a shirt and tie.

No one has to worry about their car getting booted or towed during a game -- we get that enough already. Finally, we don’t gather together under the stadium to sing prideful fight songs – we sing hymns.

There is still a problem though. Each Saturday we all have vacant time to fill to substitute attending pre-game tailgate parties, trying to get the XY section of the stadium to do the wave, driving down the road making sure every pedestrian knows the outcome of the game and ending the night by watching the highlights on Sportscenter.

Let me recommend a few activities that might help ease the pain of college football withdrawals:

Play NFL blitz; that game just never gets old. Visit an elderly person that played college football and listen to him talk about the glory days (Make sure to bring cookies; they like that.) Paint your face and cheer for the ducks at Nature Park. If you’re an Oregon fan, it’s pretty much the same thing. Finally, there’s the BYU-Idaho competitive football league, sometimes their helmets get knocked off.

We’re all angry, but maybe someday in the distant future, if we’re lucky, we will get enough money together to travel down to Provo and watch a BYU game. Until then, go ducks!