I have a confession: even though I bleed purple, I went to KU for a year. Now before all you K-State fans cry foul, I went for academic reasons, not athletics, because if I went to college on that it would have been a no-brainer: K-State. But I ended up coming back.
I changed my major from biochemistry to journalism a semester after I enrolled at KU and made plans to come back to Wildcat country, but during that first year I lived in Hashinger dorm and was a member of the KU Marching Band.
That year, KU also had one of its best football seasons in decades. Because I was a member of the band, I got to witness the greatness.
I had school spirit for the Hawks against other teams, but I had to witness them beating the Wildcats at Bill Snyder that year — which sucked, frankly, but that isn’t my point. My point in giving up my dirty little secret: Is there anything better than watching your team do well in athletics? Probably not.
There is nothing more satisfying than watching your nemesis team get completely smacked up on by your alma-mater. Let’s be real — since Nebraska no longer is a part of the Big 12, it’s Oklahoma. I mean really, nobody likes them. I’m fortunate that I got to experience this sensation twice in my life. Once was the season I described above, and the other was this past season watching the Wildcats.
I wouldn’t say I’m a “Rudy” enthusiast, but I really do love an underdog. I think it’s because I’m a K-State fan. Watching K-State beat teams like OU, Texas and other big-name and big-money schools is so gratifying. I’m not saying K-State isn’t a great place or doesn’t has its fair share of dough, but those teams are the ones always slated to win.
It’s gratifying because only you believe. (I’m convinced that ESPN loves saying that K-State is going to lose.) So you have to keep the faith. Sitting there in your quiet conviction as your team, from a medium-sized city in Kansas, mollywops a team they had no business beating.
That’s not to say we haven’t had our ups and downs — Baylor anyone?
Today marks the unofficial end of football season and as such, demands a little reflection and thought.
The Super Bowl will be an exciting one for those who are fans of the 49ers and the Ravens.
If you would have asked me at the beginning of the season who would be in the Super Bowl, San Francisco and Baltimore would be at the bottom of the list.
I was pretty sure the Houston Texans were going to be in there, but like most Texas teams, they choked when it counted.
New England is always a contender, but I hoped they wouldn’t get to the Super Bowl… although I like seeing Tom Brady cry.
I always cheer for the Chiefs, hoping and praying they may have a good season, but by around Week 3 I realized the Super Bowl dream for the Chiefs died years ago.
The last time they were really kind of good was when I was a child.
My point here is that these two teams are both underdogs in their own right, seeing as most didn’t see them coming — except the ones who love and believe in them.
Although I don’t have a vested interest in any of these teams, I think those who do are going to have a hell of a rollercoaster ride tonight. One of these teams will hold the trophy, be the true winners of the season. You want nothing less for your team, and seeing it in that moment is indescribable.
When Collin Klein lifted the Big 12 trophy over his head, I felt that euphoria in a season well done. So best of luck to the 49ers fans and the Ravens fans.
Tonight, some of you will be having the time of your life. Your team will be celebrated by you on the greatest thing that can happen to it: a solid and season-defining win.