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Jerome Tang Coaches Kansas State Basketball / Re: MHK P66(thursday) Lunch Pak?
« on: March 04, 2012, 10:16:32 PM »
Can we get all this mod'd in to 5 different threads where everyone suggests a different bar?
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Jerome Tang Coaches Kansas State Basketball / Re: MHK P66(thursday) Lunch Pak?
« on: March 04, 2012, 10:12:05 PM »I may get blasted, but I like Willies. Always have.
yeah ok. We are on a good run there.
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Jerome Tang Coaches Kansas State Basketball / Re: MHK P66(thursday) Lunch Pak?
« on: March 04, 2012, 09:59:24 PM »
The Chef. It is official.
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Jerome Tang Coaches Kansas State Basketball / Re: BREAKING: Longtime lurker breaks silence, sheds tears (An open letter to Mr. KK)
« on: March 04, 2012, 09:49:57 PM »Great post man. I think this has taught me that I need to do a better job of telling awesome people that they're awesome. I hope that I don't have to talk about how much I admire someone after they're gone without telling them while they are here to enjoy being admired.
Yes, and if you have a chance to go to a katpak, you go to that katpak.
Never let a call go to voicemail.
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Jerome Tang Coaches Kansas State Basketball / Re: MHK P66(thursday) Lunch Pak?
« on: March 04, 2012, 09:45:53 PM »
Yes. Absolutely in.
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Jerome Tang Coaches Kansas State Basketball / Re: BREAKING: Longtime lurker breaks silence, sheds tears (An open letter to Mr. KK)
« on: March 04, 2012, 09:30:58 PM »
Thanks. Big time first post.
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Kansas State Football / Re: Fatty is the reason I started posting here...
« on: March 04, 2012, 09:17:18 PM »I am stunned, saddened, shocked, devastated. I didn't post on KSU message boards other than GPC until I followed fatty over to kstatefans.com and then over here. Each time I logged in I started looking for his posts. This really hurts and I feel so badly for his family and friends. I never got a chance to meet him in person though we discussed it a few times....he made you feel like you had a friend in the guy.
Fatty and I loved to troll hornfans.com, tigerboard, texags, and a few others. It was all just harmless fun for KSU sports fans enthusiasts. They seemed to give him a much warmer reception than I...which was appropriate.
This and other sports message boards will never be the same for me.
RIP Fatty...you were truly loved.
You were his favorite message board poster. He looked up to you. Continue to do your personal best Manhatter, fatty would expect nothing less.
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Jerome Tang Coaches Kansas State Basketball / Re: crap I'm going to miss about Fats
« on: March 04, 2012, 09:08:04 PM »i am curious about the name fatty. is there a story behind it?
I believe it was a Family Guy reference, but I could be wrong. Doesn't seem like that show is old enough for it to be his name on here, but it seems like that's what it was.
Yeah, it shockingly is old enough for it to be his handle.
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Jerome Tang Coaches Kansas State Basketball / Re: Monday 3-5-12 BITB 810 BTL Kietzman Call-In Roll Call (also nick wright)
« on: March 04, 2012, 09:06:16 PM »Will also call a Wichita show and Wildcat Insider on KMAN, it would be wrong not to have a townie show included.
Yes, the game. Thanks
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Kansas State Football / Re: master threads suck
« on: March 04, 2012, 09:01:19 PM »
Let's go ahead and consider this the complaints about master threads master thread.
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Jerome Tang Coaches Kansas State Basketball / Monday 3-5-12 BITB 810 BTL Kietzman Call-In Roll Call (also nick wright)
« on: March 04, 2012, 08:58:52 PM »
I don't think I can do this, but Kietzman, Nick Wright and Mellinger are being contacted via email.
I was wondering if there would be people willing to call in and just say something about fatty. I think it would be best if we brainstormed a single sentence and then everyone could just call in and just get on and get off. That way it would take the pressure off the caller and they wouldn't feel bad if they never met fatty in person and they wouldn't fell bad if they couldn't come up with anything.
My suggestion for the protocol would be as follows:
"Hi, this is ____________ I'm just calling on behalf of fatty. So good people can be happy. Just for a day. Because good people deserve good things. Even if just for a day."
Please stick to this simple format, practice your lines and do your personal best.
Thank you.
I was wondering if there would be people willing to call in and just say something about fatty. I think it would be best if we brainstormed a single sentence and then everyone could just call in and just get on and get off. That way it would take the pressure off the caller and they wouldn't feel bad if they never met fatty in person and they wouldn't fell bad if they couldn't come up with anything.
My suggestion for the protocol would be as follows:
"Hi, this is ____________ I'm just calling on behalf of fatty. So good people can be happy. Just for a day. Because good people deserve good things. Even if just for a day."
Please stick to this simple format, practice your lines and do your personal best.
Thank you.
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Jerome Tang Coaches Kansas State Basketball / Re: KK loves Fatty
« on: March 04, 2012, 08:13:26 PM »KK I'm glad to have met both you guys.
Thanks, I mean we all go way back. I know it would mean a lot to him to read your words.
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Other Sports (Tiger's Back) / Re: The Royals
« on: March 04, 2012, 02:41:06 PM »
Fatty hated baseball.
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Essentially Flyertalk / Re: Video games master thread
« on: March 04, 2012, 02:35:51 PM »
One of the neighborhood kids had NFL Blitz when I first moved across the street from fatty. We used to run over to his house and play until our parents got home. One time I blew a 10 point lead in the last :30 due to completely ridiculous cheating by the computer that made me fumble. The coup de grace was fatty returning a fumble 90+ yards to the house as time expired. I pulled his glasses off his face and broke them. He lied to his parents, but we both got in troubs and couldn't play NFL Blitz at the neighborhood kid's house any more. Sorry fats.
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Essentially Flyertalk / Re: Video games master thread
« on: March 04, 2012, 02:33:06 PM »
fatty and I used to play Sega Dreamcast NCAA 2k2 and I used to beat him. Then at the end he would calmly scroll through the final stats and point out reasons why my win was illegitimate. Possible reasons: total yardage in his favor, flukey fumbles and him not making any 4th down conversions (he always went for it or would fake a punt. ALWAYS.)
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Essentially Flyertalk / Re: Video games master thread
« on: March 04, 2012, 02:31:09 PM »
Fatty pirated a version of age of empires II for me.
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Essentially Flyertalk / Re: Video games master thread
« on: March 04, 2012, 02:30:48 PM »
Fatty loved roller coaster tycoon.
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Jerome Tang Coaches Kansas State Basketball / KK loves Fatty
« on: March 04, 2012, 02:25:58 PM »
I am in a state of complete shock so I apologize if the words that I type do not appear on your screens as they do in my heart. Today the world is a worse place. In small and in profound ways, in places near and far, in real life and on the internet. Because there are few places fatty fat fat, fatty4ksu, fatty, fats, fff, or Shwan ventured where he did not touch someone. His family has read and continues to read the words of grief and support for fatty across big 12 message boards.
I grew close to Shwan when I moved across the street from him on Little Kitten in Manhattan. We would meet each other in the street by the mailbox and talk for minutes or an hour or two before we went in from school or at night after playing in the neighborhood. We talked about everything, which was for the most part sports. He was consumed with them. Not just Kansas State sports, but everything.
He loved hockey. Shwan was a huge Toronto Maple Leafs fan, and I followed the Detroit Red Wings. We played hockey in the street and argued over who was better: Mats Sundin or Steve Yzerman? CuJo or Dominic Hasek? Keep in mind that during this time the Red Wings had rattled off two Stanley Cups (back-to-back '97, '98) and then went on for a third before losing in the Conference Finals against the Avs. Despite this, I was unable to win any debate with Shwan over which team was better because apparently, in 1963 and 1964 Toronto won back-to-back Stanley Cups by defeating the Red Wings. As good as Shwan was with numbers, I was bad. He would relentlessly exploit this weakness in all of our arguments and I would walk home, bested again by human google.
His brain had reams of statistics, dates, U2 and Led Zepplin songs, Seinfeld and Simpsons episodes and Kansas State trivia. He, on command, would recite in reverse chronological order every Kansas State football score from current to 1996. Before that he knew some, but it pre-dated his family's move to Manhattan and his adoption of Kansas State as his favorite team. He would challenge other people of all ages who dared to call themselves a fan of a team to a trivia competition. After he graduated college it was good natured, but in high school? You would watch people disintegrate as he peppered them with jabs of trivia, correcting fans about their own teams. At the end of the interrogation he would always crack a smile and give out praise to the fan. Then as we walked away, he would quietly share his judgement with me.
In K-State, Shwan found a reflection of his best self. A plucky, noisy, underdog punching above its weight. He reveled in this identity and it became intertwined with his own. It was no mixture my friend. No, no. This was a solution and Shwan was like water, a readily available solvent ready to bond. Sports was the catalyst that so often linked Shwan to others.
Even though K-State had so many incredible wins, most of my best times with him were during losses. We went to more bad basketball games together than I can count and it was almost more fun to sit in the stands and laugh than it was to live and die with every tick of the clock during the football games. We would talk during timeouts and I could always crack him up with a well timed heckle. He fed me the line half the time, but he would still lose it when I pulled the trigger during a break in play or quiet moment. The highlight of this era was getting flipped off by Chris Mihm. I think the line went: “Chris Mihm? More like Chris Meh!”
Even if it were a particularly painful loss I could usually get him with a well timed (good) Jim Rome impression or (bad) Kevin Keitzman impression. He loved the manipulation of words and how narrative could be sculpted. He always had talking points and was never afraid to raise his voice in joy or frustration.
Today, I mourn the death of an artist. He was a digital, sports obsessed, Andy Warhol. Remixing sports cliches and common phrases in a most uncommon and creative way. And that was just the posting. Speaking of which, he defined an entire genre and elevated it to a new plane. He was at his best when he would push dry humor so far past the absurd that people had no ability to discern if these were the ravings of:
a madman
a genius
both.
One of my personal favorites was the following zing on Stanford’s Scout board:
Stanford ugly campus. sorry guys. it's too horizontal and taco "belly"
In addition to his tens of thousands of posts on God knows how many message boards, he obsessively recorded and filed Kansas State videos on his external hard drive. He recorded everything: local sports clips, sportscenter highlights, talking heads soundbites and the games (with both team’s radio broadcasts and the telecast audio). He hustled to create a vast collection and the word “vast” does not do it justice. He was the Kansas State sports video clearinghouse. He would swap DVDs for VHS tapes, convert the VHS tapes to DVDs, then add them to his ever growing collection. From this database he would craft his youtubes.
The last chapters of Shwan’s life were dominated by his family and his life offline. He was his brother’s keeper. He dropped everything to move to California and be the Peggiest of the Po’s. We talked more about life and we talked more infrequently as he was away, being a rock and a ray of sunshine. I am haunted by the distance that was only supposed to be temporary. I have a new house and a child on the way and he was just tickled by it. He would’ve been an unbelievable uncle to my children. He may be gone, but his videos will live forever and I plan to use his beautiful propaganda to raise my son emaw.
His brother’s illness prompted him to make major changes in his life plans. He studied for the MCAT and was preparing to go to medical school. Always passionate, he had now found his mission in life. In one of our last conversations, Shwan needled me to call my mother more sharing that he spoke to his parents daily. He said: “Do you know who your mother would be thrilled to hear from? You. It would absolutely make her day.”
In bad times and in good fatty was always ready to comfort, cajole or make me laugh. I have a million memories running through my mind now and they are overwhelming. I can’t help but cry again when I think of his smile and his laugh. I think he said it best:
You know why else I want to win?
So good people can be happy. Just for a day.
Because good people deserve good things. Even if just for a day.
I grew close to Shwan when I moved across the street from him on Little Kitten in Manhattan. We would meet each other in the street by the mailbox and talk for minutes or an hour or two before we went in from school or at night after playing in the neighborhood. We talked about everything, which was for the most part sports. He was consumed with them. Not just Kansas State sports, but everything.
He loved hockey. Shwan was a huge Toronto Maple Leafs fan, and I followed the Detroit Red Wings. We played hockey in the street and argued over who was better: Mats Sundin or Steve Yzerman? CuJo or Dominic Hasek? Keep in mind that during this time the Red Wings had rattled off two Stanley Cups (back-to-back '97, '98) and then went on for a third before losing in the Conference Finals against the Avs. Despite this, I was unable to win any debate with Shwan over which team was better because apparently, in 1963 and 1964 Toronto won back-to-back Stanley Cups by defeating the Red Wings. As good as Shwan was with numbers, I was bad. He would relentlessly exploit this weakness in all of our arguments and I would walk home, bested again by human google.
His brain had reams of statistics, dates, U2 and Led Zepplin songs, Seinfeld and Simpsons episodes and Kansas State trivia. He, on command, would recite in reverse chronological order every Kansas State football score from current to 1996. Before that he knew some, but it pre-dated his family's move to Manhattan and his adoption of Kansas State as his favorite team. He would challenge other people of all ages who dared to call themselves a fan of a team to a trivia competition. After he graduated college it was good natured, but in high school? You would watch people disintegrate as he peppered them with jabs of trivia, correcting fans about their own teams. At the end of the interrogation he would always crack a smile and give out praise to the fan. Then as we walked away, he would quietly share his judgement with me.
In K-State, Shwan found a reflection of his best self. A plucky, noisy, underdog punching above its weight. He reveled in this identity and it became intertwined with his own. It was no mixture my friend. No, no. This was a solution and Shwan was like water, a readily available solvent ready to bond. Sports was the catalyst that so often linked Shwan to others.
Even though K-State had so many incredible wins, most of my best times with him were during losses. We went to more bad basketball games together than I can count and it was almost more fun to sit in the stands and laugh than it was to live and die with every tick of the clock during the football games. We would talk during timeouts and I could always crack him up with a well timed heckle. He fed me the line half the time, but he would still lose it when I pulled the trigger during a break in play or quiet moment. The highlight of this era was getting flipped off by Chris Mihm. I think the line went: “Chris Mihm? More like Chris Meh!”
Even if it were a particularly painful loss I could usually get him with a well timed (good) Jim Rome impression or (bad) Kevin Keitzman impression. He loved the manipulation of words and how narrative could be sculpted. He always had talking points and was never afraid to raise his voice in joy or frustration.
Today, I mourn the death of an artist. He was a digital, sports obsessed, Andy Warhol. Remixing sports cliches and common phrases in a most uncommon and creative way. And that was just the posting. Speaking of which, he defined an entire genre and elevated it to a new plane. He was at his best when he would push dry humor so far past the absurd that people had no ability to discern if these were the ravings of:
a madman
a genius
both.
One of my personal favorites was the following zing on Stanford’s Scout board:
Stanford ugly campus. sorry guys. it's too horizontal and taco "belly"
In addition to his tens of thousands of posts on God knows how many message boards, he obsessively recorded and filed Kansas State videos on his external hard drive. He recorded everything: local sports clips, sportscenter highlights, talking heads soundbites and the games (with both team’s radio broadcasts and the telecast audio). He hustled to create a vast collection and the word “vast” does not do it justice. He was the Kansas State sports video clearinghouse. He would swap DVDs for VHS tapes, convert the VHS tapes to DVDs, then add them to his ever growing collection. From this database he would craft his youtubes.
The last chapters of Shwan’s life were dominated by his family and his life offline. He was his brother’s keeper. He dropped everything to move to California and be the Peggiest of the Po’s. We talked more about life and we talked more infrequently as he was away, being a rock and a ray of sunshine. I am haunted by the distance that was only supposed to be temporary. I have a new house and a child on the way and he was just tickled by it. He would’ve been an unbelievable uncle to my children. He may be gone, but his videos will live forever and I plan to use his beautiful propaganda to raise my son emaw.
His brother’s illness prompted him to make major changes in his life plans. He studied for the MCAT and was preparing to go to medical school. Always passionate, he had now found his mission in life. In one of our last conversations, Shwan needled me to call my mother more sharing that he spoke to his parents daily. He said: “Do you know who your mother would be thrilled to hear from? You. It would absolutely make her day.”
In bad times and in good fatty was always ready to comfort, cajole or make me laugh. I have a million memories running through my mind now and they are overwhelming. I can’t help but cry again when I think of his smile and his laugh. I think he said it best:
You know why else I want to win?
So good people can be happy. Just for a day.
Because good people deserve good things. Even if just for a day.
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The New Joe Montgomery Birther Pit / Re: How do you define "poor"?
« on: March 01, 2012, 01:24:14 PM »13870
Essentially Flyertalk / Re: SKYRIM Master Thread
« on: March 01, 2012, 01:23:43 PM »
I have started my second character. He's a Nord. Any recommendos?
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The New Joe Montgomery Birther Pit / Re: How do you define "poor"?
« on: March 01, 2012, 12:52:40 PM »I would say you are poor if you make less than $35,000 per year.
That's like $17 per hour, and you aren't going to be paying any taxes if you have even one child. Doesn't seem that poor to me.
If you have one child at that pay, you are going to really struggle to find a place you can afford to live without having to share a room with that child.
It is pretty easy to find a two bdr apartment or even 2 bdr house to rent for $500 or less.
Licknecky is right. Once you get down to a full time job at like 18k a year that is real poverty. Full time at minimum wage is just over 15k per year. When I think of working poor I think of Mom working 30-40 hrs/ wk at close to minimum wage and Dad working 60+ slightly above min wage. It's worse when Mom is 60+ at near min.
When I think poor, I think of anything less than middle class. Somebody making $35,000 per year would have a monthly paycheck of just over $2000 after taxes. If they rent a $500 apartment, pay $500 per month for daycare, $100 per month for electric, $70 per month for gas, $200 per month on food, $100 per month on gasoline, and have a $200 car payment, that only leaves about $300 per month. That is living with no cell phone, cable, or internet.
This person is going to get a pretty big check back from the gov.
A head of household in Kansas renting an apartment with 1 child making $35,000/ year will end up paying more than $1,000 in federal income taxes if you take the standard deduction, personal exemption and child care tax credit. There's another $1,800 or so in FICA, plus all your state and local taxes and fees.
This same person also will not qualify for SCHIP, Food Stamps, Section 8 housing etc.
Who makes 35k a year?
poor people.
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Essentially Flyertalk / Re: Help fanning with his graduate research paper
« on: February 29, 2012, 08:49:31 PM »
I would use wolfhampton analysis or whatever that search engine thing is.
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Essentially Flyertalk / Re: Favorite non English word
« on: February 29, 2012, 02:24:08 PM »
Cabezon
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Jerome Tang Coaches Kansas State Basketball / Re: Season Predictions
« on: February 29, 2012, 12:52:06 PM »20-12 boys. 20-12. RPI takes no hit because this is a bball league. Our top 50 wins secure us an 7 seed and the fun begins.
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Essentially Flyertalk / Re: tortuga
« on: February 29, 2012, 06:19:38 AM »
All this butthurt for me?
