The one time I stepped foot in Hilton Coliseum with my K-State gear on was in 1991. The second I crossed into the building I felt a small itch, possibly a burn down in my crotchal area. Assuming it was just the "Hilton Magic" I had heard so much about, I let it go.
One month later to the day, back in Manhattan, I was walking out of Lafene Health Center and the "Hilton Magic" (as my friends and I came to call it) was gone. Turns out the girl I had met the night before the ISU game in Ames had crabs.