The Grey Wizard Practices Black Magic

[purplenutz]

They said some pretty rude things about MHK.

Outsiders that don't give a ratz nutz about MHK or K-State, it's an easy target for "rude things".  Don't take it too seriously, it is what it is.

[jtksu]

The only reason they chose to make fun of MHK is because of their insane butthurt. 

[DQ12]

They said some pretty rude things about MHK.

Outsiders that don't give a ratz nutz about MHK or K-State, it's an easy target for "rude things".  Don't take it too seriously, it is what it is.

Thanks, purplenutz.  I should make sure to keep silly articles like this in perspective.

[deputy dawg]

barkingcarnival ALWAYS is rude about KSU.  How could they possibly not be?  There's no one else out there that has a record against the Longhorns like the Kansas State University Wildcats. 

There.  Ive done it, and gone full respect.

[Boom Roasted]

http://www.barkingcarnival.com/2013-big-12-state-of-the-union-previews/2013/8/29/4670490/2013-kansas-state-football-preview-wildcat-state-of-the-union-bill-snyder-tyler-lockett-daniel-sams

 

[CNS]

http://www.barkingcarnival.com/2013-big-12-state-of-the-union-previews/2013/8/29/4670490/2013-kansas-state-football-preview-wildcat-state-of-the-union-bill-snyder-tyler-lockett-daniel-sams

 

Seriously, and I can't emphasize this enough, but eff Kansas State so, so much you guys.

This was probably my fav thing I have read about us like ever. 

['taterblast]

As ever, when one falls, another rises in his place – in this case Jake Waters, a traditional passing quarterback procured through the dimensional hellgate JUCO. Beware all-knowing JUCO, friends. Gaze not into JUCO, lest JUCO gaze back into you. Waters beat out dual-threat soph Daniel Sams, who was well on his way to becoming the next Ell Roberson before he surprisingly lost the pre-season QB battle. Billy Snyder wasn't surprised. One guy was better. He plays. We win. eff off.

this is delicious

[MadCat]

 

[Sandstone Outcropping]

Annual Cormac McCarthy Preview from a Flood Aggie Blog. Sorry if luked but I have thing for Cormac McCarthy stuff.

http://www.widerightnattylite.com/cormac-mccarthy-big-12-preview

[MadCat]

etiolated hip 

[Super PurpleCat]

http://www.barkingcarnival.com/2013-big-12-state-of-the-union-previews/2013/8/29/4670490/2013-kansas-state-football-preview-wildcat-state-of-the-union-bill-snyder-tyler-lockett-daniel-sams

 

 

Just everything.

[EMAWmeister]

[Katpappy]

Annual Cormac McCarthy Preview from a Flood Aggie Blog. Sorry if luked but I have thing for Cormac McCarthy stuff.

http://www.widerightnattylite.com/cormac-mccarthy-big-12-preview

10) Kansas: The judge smiled, his bulk massive and naked and hairless in the firelight.

Men are born for games, he declaimed. Nothing else. Every child knows that play is nobler than work. He knows too that the worth or merit of a game is not inherent in the game itself but rather in the value of that which is put at hazard. A player's body. A boy's esteem. My career. Only the last a sufficient stake to make the game of sport one worthy of attention.

The judge searched out the circle for disputants.

What about love? asked Heaps. The love of the game?

A fool's notion. Love is an invention of mankind for the disenfranchisement of the powerful in favor of the weak. History subverts it at every turn. You play this game for glory. My glory. You joined me because I am the ultimate arbitrator of what is right and wrong. A universe of my own creation I have made on the field. No godserver but a god myself.

Goodman studied the judge. You're crazy, Weis. Crazy at last.

The judge rose up smiling and gathered him in his arms against his immense and terrible flesh and without a word snapped Ben Goodman's neck in two.

 

[MadCat]

Annual Cormac McCarthy Preview from a Flood Aggie Blog. Sorry if luked but I have thing for Cormac McCarthy stuff.

http://www.widerightnattylite.com/cormac-mccarthy-big-12-preview

10) Kansas: The judge smiled, his bulk massive and naked and hairless in the firelight.

Men are born for games, he declaimed. Nothing else. Every child knows that play is nobler than work. He knows too that the worth or merit of a game is not inherent in the game itself but rather in the value of that which is put at hazard. A player's body. A boy's esteem. My career. Only the last a sufficient stake to make the game of sport one worthy of attention.

The judge searched out the circle for disputants.

What about love? asked Heaps. The love of the game?

A fool's notion. Love is an invention of mankind for the disenfranchisement of the powerful in favor of the weak. History subverts it at every turn. You play this game for glory. My glory. You joined me because I am the ultimate arbitrator of what is right and wrong. A universe of my own creation I have made on the field. No godserver but a god myself.

Goodman studied the judge. You're crazy, Weis. Crazy at last.

The judge rose up smiling and gathered him in his arms against his immense and terrible flesh and without a word snapped Ben Goodman's neck in two.

 

That is pretty good.

[mocat]

holy crap, Iowa State's is so spot on

8) Iowa State: When he woke in the plains in the dark he'd reach up to touch the picture in his pocket. Nights dark beyond darkness, with the mutemuffled forms of his men unconscious surrounding him. He'd lay awake, breathing shallowly and watching the stars make their empyreal orbit in the blackness above.

How long had he been in this planate expanse? Four years? Five? During the day it was easier with the road to superintend his steps. Always moving. Every week a new challenge on the road. Always a new assailant to be met and conquered in a hideous contention of crimson viscera and yellowed pus. Nights were when he needed the picture to help him remember why they marched.

He pulled the picture up to his face, its outline indistinct against the darkness. That was alright. He knew the particulars of the photograph by heart. It had been taken just two years afore. A field at night thronged with jubilant hordes clad in cardinal and gold, the residue of a storm still visible overhead and in the grass. Cowboys with heads in hands in the distance.

We did this, he said to the sky. We did this together. If that night wasn't the word of god, then god never spoke.