Every Man A Wildcat.
When I think of wild cat, I think of feral. Why, oh why, would a cat insist, prefer, withstand paw freezing temps, rain, mud, beds of straw, being outmatched by virtually every other critter out in the wild...... not to mention be out there where the population can quadruple like China... lending to brothers, sisters, also perhaps being moms, dads, cousins, yuck.
Luna. Luna wasn't a feral cat - but, me thinks in one of her prior 8 lives, she was tortured by a fat, redheaded, old geezer... not me, but, I think she thought it was me. I LOVE LOVE LOVE me some animules, even cats. However, much as I tried, Luna treated me as if she were a table side Mongolian chef, slicing and dicing my arms, legs, face - with pleasure, accompanied by hiss. I always laughed, which, of course, backfired. Try as I might, I was never befriended. Ironic mebbe she was a female. I AM NOT A MISOGYNIST. Ha.
There is a town called Manhattan. Nuh uh, not that one. This one sits 'out there' in Eastern Kansas. Purple. Theys prouda their purple. Kansas State Wildcats. Ifn's I weren't such a die hard MIZ ZOU Fan, I'd hopscotch right on over that stench in Central Kansas (Is that bird really a bird?) and become onea them EMAW fans myself.
Colin Klein. Star QB, ultra religious, role model, nice, nice dude, talented. Went on the become K State's Offensive Coordinator after he fell just short in the Heisman Trophy race. Anyways, he was such a model of perfection - not only was he a virgin prior to marriage, he/she had never even kissed. WHAT? Uh huh, you heard it.
K State's FB coach now. Sorry, kinda, not really, I'm a sport's geek. Nod off now, click that little X in the upper right hand corner, or, carry on brother (or sister.) If you live in Kansas City and you get/see the Jungle Law (personal injury lawyer commercials) you might relate to "He's good. Real good." And, he is. Chris Klieman worked his way up the ranks. Prior to taking the K State job, he coached at the next level down, won BOO KOO National Champtionships (BOO KOO = lazy, noninvestigative blog research for 'more than one, prolly less than 100). He's good. Real good.
Well, they just lost a third game this year. At home. Neither, third or home loss happens often. I was taken back by Chris being emotional after the game, blaming himself of letting his players down... "I'm just hurting for those kids, it's been a really hard two weeks for me, and I feel awful for those older guys that have my back. I let them down, it's been rough." He went on to say,
"I've had as tough a week as I've had - non football related with some family things - and it puts a lot of things in perspective. I'm fortunate because I've got a ton of people around me that believe in me. I've got a bunch of people in a lot of places that have looked out for the Kliemans and I'm thankful as heck."
WHAT?? COACHES ARE REAL HUMANS TOO? For behoogity sakes, it puts things in perspective....... assists us sports nerds, or anyone for that matter, "ya mean they lead real lives too? I'da never thunk it."
Last, but certainly not least drop of purple from EMAW, K-State, Manhattan, KS. K State football sucked, quite literally, for many a year. Along came a humble, organized, super nice fellow named Bill Snyder - and he turned the program around. Ceptin' maybe Andy Reid, I don't think I've heard, seen a coach with as much respect as Bill Snyder.
I've probably told this story before. Don't care. Old farts repeat things.
I've probably told this story before. Don't care. Old farts repeat things.
Coach Bill, who now has the Stadium in Manhattan (not NY), KS named after him, got a letter from my friend's sister. She, her family, HUGE EMAW Wildcat fans, rooms in their house purple. Her son had a tragic accident. Was working on a tower in Columbia, Missouri, fell many stories, was left paralyzed. After awhile, in effort to help cheer her son up, she penned a not to Coach. "Is there any way you could maybe send him a card... a decal.. a pennant? He'd be so honored."
A couple weeks went by. Friday night. The Friday before K-State was in Columbia to play MU, in walks Bill Snyder into the young man's hospital room. There was no reporter there, it wasn't done for "see what coach did" it was done because he is a compassionate human being, and a dadgum good man.
Maybe next time, I'll share a Jerome Tang story. He's a former HS basketball coach who went on to be an assistant at Baylor for 19 years, then, was picked for the K State job. Prior to those 19 years at Baylor, head coach Scott Drew invited himself to the Tang's house for a visit, presumptive interview. High school coaches, making what they do (NOT MUCH), had Jerome and his wife a tad worried. They had $10.81 in checking and a half slab of ribs in the freezer. Musta worked, tasted decent, after an hour, Drew offered him the job and that's some'a the Paul Harvey of that.
EMAW.
Columbia - hopscotch over you know where, (PEW!), Manhattan, KS... I think I'd look good in purple. So do they.
Later............ Victurd