When I was in fifth grade, the upper grades in my elementary school took a field trip to see an exhibit at BYU about Masada and the Dead Sea Scrolls. After touring the exhibit, we ate our sack lunches at a park. One of the fourth-grade boys said that someone should go paint the Y red. I said something like, "But that's not their color." It was my first introduction to that side of the rivalry. Before, I had seen it as entirely confined to sports.