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U of U FanFest 2012



A Photo-Blog posted by: ViewFinder 8.26.12 (Photographs from 8.25.12)

LONG TIME U OF U FANS!!!!!!  (Well as long as they've been able to say "GO UTES!")


 8.25.12 The staff and players of Utah Athletics teams all gathered at Rice-Eccles Stadium for FanFest 2012

The Men's Basketball team shot hoops with fans-
 And.... signed autographs for all who wanted.













Dallin Bachynski and Glen Dean of Utah Men's Basketball kindly signing autographs our young little fans.


While walking around we ran into Eric Rowe #18 and Tyron Morris-Edwards #27 of the U of U Football team.  Eric plays Free Safety and is said to be a potential NFL candidate!  He stood next to us as we gathered signatures from the Ladies Gymnastics team, and was very friendly.  Willing to autograph each of my children's shirts and pose for a picture with them.

Of all the athletes we met while on our adventure at the stadium we found NO ONE that was not a pure pleasure to speak with and greet.


I highly recommend this event to any U of U Athletics fan!  They do it every year, and it is so much fun.  The Baseball team even had a dunk tank filled with ice cold water... (kind of mean if you ask me, but they were thrilled at the opportunity to put smiles on the fans faces).


The highlight of our day was spotting Coach Whittingham and getting a few photographs.  We watched from a distance as he chatted with fans and signed autographs.  If you wish to get an autograph at one of these events... my suggestion would be to get there early, pack a snack and a few bottles of water, maybe even an umbrella and be certain to bring along your patience!  The line was VERY long, and they only sign for 30 minutes.  (Otherwise they would be there for days!).


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