Need Kat Kid's take on the game...
Well I am giddy as a school girl on her first date with the h.s. football captain. Twinkles in the toes, goosebumps on the neck, falling over myself, gooey on the snyds.
I have placed one bet on emaw, and I'm thinking of doubling down.
I know I will be positively devestated if we lose, I have a ku alum friend who really doesn't care much about football (likes bball much more and is mostly meh on sports or in other words a typical ku alum) and I know that it will completely ruin my weekend if we lose. I am already getting emaw'd up for it at this point. I have a running countdown clock in my head. I'm probably getting Chipotle for dinner tonight so I can fuel up my EMAW engine for hawk pain.

I'm feeling myself getting a little out of control, may not double down on the cats, may try to hold back a little just in case, maybe I should just wear my brown with purple trim sweater and black l.l. bean overstuffed vest instead of my emaw outfit I've had laid out since last night.

It don't matter. I'll be all around in the dark - I'll be everywhere. Wherever you can look - wherever there's a fight, so hungry people can eat, I'll be there. Wherever there's a hawk beatin' up an emaw, I'll be there. I'll be in the way emaws yell when its third down. I'll be in the way emaws laugh when they're hungry and they know supper's ready, and when the people are eatin' the stuff they raise and winnin' in the houses that Snyds built - I'll be there, too.
Stay gold Snyds, stay gold.
I have no idea, but my hope, my dreams, my heart and my cash is on emaw.