One neighbor's a Cougar; the other's a Ute.
This time of year, the entire neighborhood gets caught in the good-natured crossfire.
It finally came to a head Friday night when, for the second year in a row, their side-by-side yards became the sight of a glorious red-and-blue block party.
It wasn't just confined to our street, either. Folks came from all over; some from the next street over, others came from nearby neighborhood and even from other towns.
I pushed my grill across the street about 4 p.m. and by 5:30 I was flipping burgers alongside longtime friends, some wearing blue, others in red. Over the next few hours we fed somewhere between 150 and 200 people, just as we did last year.
I know my neighborhood isn't the only place where friends on either side of the rivalry get together to have a laugh and share some food before the game. I know my street isn't the only one divided by big block "Y's" and "U's."
I'm sure the scene I saw last Friday takes place all over the Top of Utah and beyond.
At least I hope it does.
Look, I don't want to get overly sappy here (Oh who am I kidding? I love getting overly sappy), but this is what makes the BYU-Utah rivalry a good thing. This is what makes it special.
The idea that something so potentially divisive as the red-and-blue rivalry can bring so many people together is powerful and it speaks to our need to connect to something bigger than ourselves.
Plus there's the free food, right?
But seriously, all that other garbage -- the trash talk, the message boards, this disrespectful behavior and the pettiness of small-minded people -- is utterly worthless. There's nothing admirable about it and the fringe-dwelling wackos on either side who perpetuate it are sad little creatures.
If you're one of them, stop immediately. Take a deep breath. Come join the rest of us in reality.
As I type these words, there are still hours to go before kickoff, so at this point I have no idea which side won and which side didn't. And frankly, I don't care, at least not enough to lose sleep over.
The game itself is just that, a game. It's not a battle or a feud and it's darn sure not a "Holy War."
I hate that ridiculous expression.
Obviously there's an underlying religious theme to the rivalry and I suppose that somehow makes the whole thing unique. Unfortunately it also provides cover for those wackos we mentioned earlier.
The Utah-BYU game is going away for a few seasons and that's not a bad thing. In fact, it's a good thing.
It's like putting the children in "time out." It's like telling the wackos, "Go sit in the corner and play Boise State and Michigan until you can behave!"
Who knows? Maybe we'll all learn to appreciate what we don't have. Or maybe it won't.
There's a dark side to the red and blue rivalry but the fact remains, it's a relatively small percentage. The bright side is much better place to dwell.
At least that's the way it looked from behind my barbecue grill last Friday. As I glanced around the neighborhood I saw people shaking hands, I heard them laughing and telling stories.
Those who wore red, stood for the red. And those who wore blue stood for the blue.
Some even wore both, which isn't that unusual.
I guess the point is, everyone had fun together ... and that includes my neighbors, one who's a Ute and the other who's a Cougar.