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While my husband, and Staff Writer, Scotch McAngus takes great care in constructing an in-depth analysis for each and every KU sporting event, he felt the poetry of goEMAW’s editorial required a more feminine response. With great respect and thanks to Earnest Thayer, please enjoy. Carson at the Pass The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Wildcat fans that day;The score stood 7 to 0, with but mere minutes more to play,And when Jordan Webb fumbled, and James Sims did the same,A pall-like silence fell upon the patrons of the game.A straggling few got up to go in deep despair. The restClung to that hope which springs eternal in the human breast;They thought, "If only Carson could but get off just a pass—We'd put up even money now, with Carson on the grass."But Jake Laptad blitzed Carson, as did also Justin Springer,And the former was a hulk, while the latter was a ringer;So upon that stricken multitude grim melancholy hung;For there seemed but little chance of Carson getting the ball flung.But then Kendall threw a cut block, to the wonderment of all,And Thomas, the magnificent, managed to hang on to the ball;And when the pile had lifted, and men saw what had occurred,The Wildcats had gained a yard, and the down was only third.Then from five or ten Wildcat faithful there rose a lusty yell;It rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell;It pounded on the mountain and recoiled upon the hill,For Carson, mighty Carson, had another opportunity still.There was ease in Carson's manner as he stepped into his place;There was pride in Carson's bearing and a smile lit Carson's face.And when he took his position, left hand on his center’s nuts,No stranger in the crowd could doubt, man that kid had guts.Ten thousand eyes were on him as he as he barked out another play.Five thousand tongues applauded drowning out what he had to say.Then while the defensive line was biting at the bit,Defiance flashed in Carsons eye, a sneer curled Carson's lip.And now the pig-skin ball came hurtling through the air,And Carson stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there.Close by the sturdy receiver the ball unheeded sped —"Mother fu-," uttered Carson. "Incomplete pass!" the field judge said.From the benches, black with people, there went up a muffled roar,Like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore;"Fourth down! Fourth Down!" shouted someone in the crowd;And the Jayhawk fans all celebrated, they need only hold for one more down.With a smile of Christian charity great Carson's visage shone;He called another play; he bade the game go on;He barked out the cadence, a lineman jumped off-side;Yellow flags filled the air, and Carson beamed with pride."Fraud!" cried the maddened thousands, and echo answered "Fraud!"But one scornful look from Turner and the audience was awed.They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his muscles strain,And they knew that his team wouldn’t jump off-sides again.The sneer has fled from Carson's lip, the teeth are clenched in hate;He steps up under center, ready to seal the Jayhawks fate.And now the young man holds the ball, and now he lets it go,And now the air is shattered by the force of Springer's blow.Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright,The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,And somewhere men are laughing, and little children shout;But there is no joy in Manhattan — mighty Carson’s been knocked out. - Ginger L. McAngus October 13, 2010
To whom it may concern at WavingTheWheat.com:While I will not sit here and pretend to have read a word on your KU-fan website, I still think that I can project toward the Jayhawk cosmos a missive of grand importance. A statement of such powerful and unrelenting unity that we as citizens of the great state of Kansas must heed its call. But is it not written that before we can heal, we first must bleed?Undoubtedly this Thursday evening there will be a winner and a loser in a game, a child's game we call football. This game may not be of "national" importance, with the Jayhawks wallowing in self-imposed mediocrity and the Wildcats coming off of an upset loss to a national powerhouse, this contest will still test the mettle of Kansan versus Kansan. Jake Sharp, the powerhouse, lightning quick running back with a heart two sizes too big versus the quarterback Carson Coffman, the savvy senior leader with a steel trap mind and courage enough for three men. Only this glorious Thursday will the cry of "TEAM, STATE, CONFERENCE, NATION!" stop at the first word.For the next few days, sharp words like unsheathed daggers will be flung to the winds. Accusations of "Lawrentucky, Hayseeds, and Silo U" will be flung at the KU fans while taunts of "Elitists, Eggheads, and Tyrants" will flung at K-Staters. The winners will be cheered and the losers will be mocked until our throats are sore, but I implore all of my brothers (and sisters) from both schools to ignore these invectives for what there are: temporary words of anger uttered during the heat of battle. Bear the brunt of these attacks and later embrace those who accosted you, for truly we as Kansas are the salt of the earth.Above all else, we must make sure that whoever is the loser of the game, the true winner is the great state of Kansas. If neither loving friend nor enemy can hurt you; if all men count with you, but none too much, if you can work hard to teach each unforgiving minute the spirit of being a Kansan, come hell, hate, or ban you'll enjoy Thursday's game; and which is more my son (or daughter) you'll be a man (or woman)! Sure, KU is KU and K-State is K-State and never the twain shall meet, but there is neither KU nor K-State, no tracks around football fields, clipart on buildings nor local airports with direct flights to Dallas (and Chicago in November), once the Spirit of Kansas unites all mankind free on Thursday night! Then and only then, no matter how lopsided the game, how much the losers are booed, you are the captain of thy ship, the master of thy soul! These are the days my friends, we know they'll never end! We'll work, sing, dance, love, wave the wheat, and wabash on! Wave the wheat and wabash on! We live Kansas law today! We win Free speech OK! With full-truth, our only God, we rally, raise, unite the whole state, lightning-like, in the great Spirit of Kansas.We're one! All-One!Sincerely yours,goEMAW.com
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Accusations of "Lawrentucky, Hayseeds, and Silo U" will be flung at the KU fans while taunts of "Elitists, Eggheads, and Tyrants" will flung at K-Staters.
I guess the part I don't understand is...QuoteAccusations of "Lawrentucky, Hayseeds, and Silo U" will be flung at the KU fans while taunts of "Elitists, Eggheads, and Tyrants" will flung at K-Staters.So are you trying to say that KSU fans will be flinging 'Hayseed" insults at KU fans? Isn't it the otherway around? You guys are the tractordivers, and we are the elitist gaybirds. amiright?
I still think that I can project toward the Jayhawk cosmos a missive of grand importance.
Very interesting responses to my Wife's work fellas.... honestly a little dissapointed.
you're the landless proletariat squatting in your urban hovels. we're the landowning aristocracy, lounging about our palatial estates.
Quote from: sys on October 13, 2010, 09:10:42 PMyou're the landless proletariat squatting in your urban hovels. we're the landowning aristocracy, lounging about our palatial estates.Pretty sure that verbage is over the head of most of yoru fellow posters. Unwise my friend. Don't want to be viewed as an elitist!
Quote from: Scotch McAngus on October 13, 2010, 09:25:08 PMQuote from: sys on October 13, 2010, 09:10:42 PMyou're the landless proletariat squatting in your urban hovels. we're the landowning aristocracy, lounging about our palatial estates.Pretty sure that verbage is over the head of most of yoru fellow posters. Unwise my friend. Don't want to be viewed as an elitist! Coming from the dude who can't put together a complete sentence.
