I have no pride. It’s pretty much a known fact. When I was a little girl, I loved Donny Osmond and I was going to marry him. No surprise. He was a darling Mormon boy and I was a darling Mormon girl. He broke my heart when I was 13 and he got married. He never gave me a chance to grow up and know me.
When I was 40, I saw Donny Osmond in a parade and screamed, “I love you, Donny!” My husband and children scattered and pretended to not know me and I realized I still hadn’t grown up.
I went to graduate school at BYU at the same time Steve Young, NFL Hall of Famer and 49ers quarterback was getting his law degree. Although I never saw him, I knew he would be the father of my children. Alas, our paths did not cross until it was too late for him to marry me and let me have his children.
We boarded our plane from San Francisco to Utah in the early afternoon. In the middle of the flight, Mr. Taylor leaned over and commented that someone on the flight looked like Steve Young. He pointed him out to me. I conveniently decided I needed to go to the bathroom so I could pass his seat. Yup. It was him.
This is where I really share how pathetic I am. Brace yourself.
I went to the bathroom and pulled out the hotel stationery I had taken from the Hilton where we stayed. I even had a matching pen with Hilton written all over it. I walked back out and stopped at his row, apologized for interrupting him and asked him for his autograph. He kindly accommodated and asked who he should write it out to. I caved and said, “Scott.”
I returned to my seat with the coveted square of paper in hand and gave it to my husband. His eyes glowed. Suddenly, in the words of Galinda from Wicked, I became quite “Popular.” Strangers were asking me if I had just been talking to Steve Young. Men, including my husband, started spouting off statistics and dates about his career.
Had I really been so altruistic that I missed my opportunity of a photo op? Did I really have any pride left at all? The answer to this question was, of course, no. True, I touched his bicep (not by accident, mind you), but I wanted a little more.
When we got off the plane, I struck up another conversation with Mr. Young, which opened a door for people with much more pride and self-respect than myself, to talk to him as well. Then I allowed my husband to snap a picture of Steve and me (we're on a first name basis, now). I left the boys to talk boy talk and went to keep his wife company. Scott's happy that he's #2 to Steve Young in Nancy’s make believe world.
But he’s not #2 in Nancy’s Wonderful World of Oz. We can’t forget Donny Osmond who is my true #2 choice. This puts Steve Young at #3.
When I was 40, I saw Donny Osmond in a parade and screamed, “I love you, Donny!” My husband and children scattered and pretended to not know me and I realized I still hadn’t grown up.
I went to graduate school at BYU at the same time Steve Young, NFL Hall of Famer and 49ers quarterback was getting his law degree. Although I never saw him, I knew he would be the father of my children. Alas, our paths did not cross until it was too late for him to marry me and let me have his children.
We boarded our plane from San Francisco to Utah in the early afternoon. In the middle of the flight, Mr. Taylor leaned over and commented that someone on the flight looked like Steve Young. He pointed him out to me. I conveniently decided I needed to go to the bathroom so I could pass his seat. Yup. It was him.
This is where I really share how pathetic I am. Brace yourself.
I went to the bathroom and pulled out the hotel stationery I had taken from the Hilton where we stayed. I even had a matching pen with Hilton written all over it. I walked back out and stopped at his row, apologized for interrupting him and asked him for his autograph. He kindly accommodated and asked who he should write it out to. I caved and said, “Scott.”
I returned to my seat with the coveted square of paper in hand and gave it to my husband. His eyes glowed. Suddenly, in the words of Galinda from Wicked, I became quite “Popular.” Strangers were asking me if I had just been talking to Steve Young. Men, including my husband, started spouting off statistics and dates about his career.
Had I really been so altruistic that I missed my opportunity of a photo op? Did I really have any pride left at all? The answer to this question was, of course, no. True, I touched his bicep (not by accident, mind you), but I wanted a little more.
When we got off the plane, I struck up another conversation with Mr. Young, which opened a door for people with much more pride and self-respect than myself, to talk to him as well. Then I allowed my husband to snap a picture of Steve and me (we're on a first name basis, now). I left the boys to talk boy talk and went to keep his wife company. Scott's happy that he's #2 to Steve Young in Nancy’s make believe world.
But he’s not #2 in Nancy’s Wonderful World of Oz. We can’t forget Donny Osmond who is my true #2 choice. This puts Steve Young at #3.
you really have no dignity do you! I was crackin up while I was reading this. My mom too knew Donny Osmond was her man, and she wasn't even LDS then! I remember brin a kid and watching the 49ers because it was the only "wholesome" thing on TV according to my father.
ReplyDeleteIn my best Utah saying, "OH MY HECK!" I am still laughing! I can just imagine this scene!! I was a big fan of Donny and Marie, despite the fact that I knew Mormons were some religious sect that lived in Utah. . . wherever that was. I was destined to marry Shaun Cassidy, but alas and alack, it did not come to pass!
ReplyDeleteI love that you follow your heart. I was at a 4th of July party lsat year with Steve Young and didn't even say hello. I don't know if I was shy or just letting him be, but maybe he will be there this year and I will say "hello".
ReplyDeleteIt must be said: You are a very cute couple.
ReplyDeleteI have no use for dignity myself which is why my son's first Christmas card is a photo of little Bob cradled in the arms of Fiddy Cent.
This is awesome! I am making my husband read this post!
ReplyDeleteWow, how old is Steve Young anyway now days?? He is still a hottie!!
I have to also say that Lisa, who mentioned the Christmas Card is right on! I think you should use that picture as yours! If you did I would nominate you for the the coolest Mother out there who hasn't lost her coolness.....
ReplyDeleteWow! He is a beautiful chiseled man! I only wish I was on the other side of that massive bicep. Jealous. (almost as hot as the Donny barbie we used to play with in the shiny purple jumpsuit} You rock sister!
ReplyDeleteYou crack me up!!!
ReplyDeletePlease tell me you live in Texas so we can hang out??
My Litter-she's my sister and I followed your comment
Ok, do you want to hear my Steve Young story? It was during the Olympics when I was working for the press as a volunteer down at the Medals Plaza. Steve was there doing some crowd stuff. It was super cold that night. He needed a pen and people kept loaning him pens that didn't work. He finally said a little harshly, "Doesn't anyone have a pen that works???" I said, "It's 15 degrees. Ink freezes." And I handed him a pencil. He didn't say anything, he just took my pencil. Yes, I "oh snap"-ped Steve Young. He kept my pencil.
ReplyDeletePopping by from SITS!!
ReplyDeleteI adore Donny Osmond too! (Old enough to be my father though!! hehe..)
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