Suck it, KU

That's really all I wanted to say.

The great escape: Day 3

The farther we get into this vacay recap the shorter the posts are going to be I think :)

Saturday was a pretty relaxing day, we went to the art museum saw some bamboo purses and headed back to the house to watch the KSU-UCLA game.

Here is Gleason leading us in a K-S-U cheer.

My friends Alison and Cindy and their respective men folk came over and watched the game with us, but I failed to take any photos with them the entire weekend. :(

After the Wildcat victory we went to a concert at Red Rocks. I knew a few songs by one band, the Avett Brothers and I knew nothing about the other band, Gov't Mule.

The Avett Brothers were awesome and I'm now in love with them.

Here is a sample of one of their songs, I and Love and You.

See, I knew you'd like it.

Here is a picture of an awesome hippy beer vendor.

Then came the headliner Gov't Mule. They are a jam band. If you don't know what a jam band is, consider yourself lucky. They extend a perfectly exceptable 3 minute song into a 12 minute song by "jamming." In small doses I probably could have handled it a little better, but 3 hours is too effing long for that mess.

Don't believe me? Here, try and sit all the way through this video 20 times.

I didn't like it one bit. In fact, at one point I think I looked over at Becca and told her this was the longest 3 hours of my life. Luckily, we were at one of the prettiest places to listen to bad music at so I took a few night time pictures, drank some beer and sat on some stairs with Becca and another one of Gleason's friends who talked about how talented her boyfriend was for 17 minutes straight, without interruption (that's not an exaggeration, Becca actually timed it).

Up next...the night I almost met Bret Michaels.

I know a spot that i love full well

Even though my beloved Wildcats lost to Bulter in the Elite Eight, I gotta say I'm still proud of our dance and how we represented ourselves on the national scene. And I'm apparently not the only one.

Check out this video of the team's arrival in the Manhattan airport Saturday night. Well done boys. Thanks for going farther than KU :)

"I know a spot that I love full well

'Tis not in forest nor yet in dell;

Ever it holds me with magic spell,

I think of thee, Alma Mater.

K-S-U, we'll carry thy banner high.

K-S-U, long, long may thy colors fly.

Loyal to thee, thy children will swell the cry.

Hail, hail, hail, Alma Mater."

Who at Buffalo Wild Wings kept sending this thing into overtime!?!?

You don't get to the Big Dance...

...without moves like these.

Let's go Cats!!!

Even Hitler is upset

Back before all this March Madness hit, K-State had a second meeting with KU in regular season play. Even though KU was on the heels of a nasty loss to Oklahoma State, and the game was in Lawrence and it was senior night, I went ahead and made a bet with my niece Kendahl, (who some how ended up a KU fan) that the loser had to get their picture taken wearing the winning teams clothing and make that their profile photo on facebook for a week.

As many of you know, we did in fact lose that game. So I would like to share some of the outtakes from that photo shoot. I was doing a really good job pouting for the camera, but the photographers kept laughing at me and it was hard to stay in character.

I felt like today was a good day to share this story because I can end by gloating that K-State is in the Sweet Sixteen and well, thanks to my new best friends Ali Farokhmanesh and "Guy with crazy chops and a really, really, really lame green shamrock tattoo on his shoulder", KU is not.

Here is a video of Hitler reacting the same way many others, presumably not KSU or Mizzou fans, did after this weekend.

A lesson in traditions

As many of you know, there is a very exciting game coming up in the next 20 hours or so. My beloved Kansas State Wildcats, lead by mafioso Frank Martin, will take on the KU Jayhawks.

There is already a lot of "chatter" on facebook about the upcoming game and one post featured a youtube video of the KSU student section at Bramlage (you will never hear me refer to it as the Octagon of Doom) doing the Wabash Cannonball. The quality of sound wasn't that great on that video and I was left really wanting to hear the band blast that ditty out so I went to youtube to find a better version.

Imagine my surprise when I found this:

I'm not really sure where I thought this song came from or what it was about or how it became a K-State tradition, but I did not see this coming. It was much like the feeling I had when Becca and I realized that the band's name was not Haulin' Oats, but rather two dudes names, Haul and Oats.

If anybody of importance at K-State reads this blog I would like to encourage you to make this part of orientation or at the very least offer a 1 hour credit course that covers university traditions. You should probably also closely monitor the Wabash Cannonball Wikipedia page.

To any college friends who tried at some point to impart this wisdom on me, I apologize for acting like I was listening (doesn't this seem like something Steve Kirk would have known?). Clearly you were trying to teach me something important and I should have put down the beer.