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4.08.2008
Kansas = Disrespect
I'll admit, I'm a bandwagon sports fan. I like to watch sports every now and again, but only when the story is good. You know, like The Natural or Hoosiers. I root for the underdog. I believe in Cinderella teams. I want my team to win. I can't stand powerhouse dynasties in any sport. I will turn off the TV when the Yankees take the field, the Patriots snap the ball or Tiger picks up a club, unless they are about to break a record. I have a soft spot for watching history in the making. Generally, my March Madness subsides pretty quickly. But this year was my year. I watched Davidson knock off team after team until they met up with the team I just can't force myself to root against.
I hold a degree from the University of Kansas, now known nationwide as the NCAA Mens Basketball National Champions. And although I say that with a slight sense of pride, it doesn't make my degree any more valuable. And as I read the stories today, I realize last night's victory in the national limelight doesn't get Kansas any more respect. Instead of focusing on a phenomenal game, writers are not calling it a win for Kansas but instead a loss for Memphis. They melted down. It was their game to lose. Wah, wah, wah. That's okay, though. I've gotten used to sports writers being morons... oh, and living in Kansas.
Yes, Kansas livin' comes with many perks. The first of which is people automatically thinking you are a farmer and have livestock in and around your homestead. Or that my idea of a mansion is a double-wide trailer. Or, possibly my favorite, that I somehow know Dorothy and Toto. Although these are all completely true. I also understand how you town folk live (that's right, I said "town folk"). Y'all got them tiny million dollar closets you live in that need fifteen locks to protect you from all the terrorists and criminals, and you're rude to one another, and you all do drugs and drink martinis at clubs that you wait three hours and pay $1,000 to get into, and you like to say, "That's hot," or "fierce," or "fab."
See, now isn't that almost as stupid as thinking I know Dorothy or Toto?
posted by Jim at 11:01 PM
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