It will take me awhile to move on from Frank. I barely have some childhood memories of Lon Kruger keeping it real at K-State, but they are few and become fuzzier as time wears on. I really got into basketball when Altman was head coach here, not because Altman was great, but because I was finally old enough to care about sports. I was then treated to Asbury and Wooly. I stayed incredibly loyal the entire time. I wore my KSU stuff to school in Lawrence every time we hooked it up on the hardwood with KU. I bought every preseason basketball rag I could get my hands on, even though I knew we would barely get a paragraph. I attended NIT games like it was my rough ridin' job. I was forced to try and rationalize our recruiting, and how it was going to end up in something other than total crap basketball the next year. I even attended every rough ridin' non-con game of the Wooly era. I have paid my dues, and one day fortune smiled upon me, and that crazy bastard Wefald brought Huggins to K-State. Huggins hired Frank and destiny was set in motion. It was the best 5 years of my life. I felt like I had been rewarded by Karma for my loyalty that bordered on insanity. Now, Frank is gone, and I have to watch oscar rough ridin' Weber trot that abortion of an offense onto the floor every game. I have to watch the seniors that thrived under Frank, become absolute shells of themselves as basketball players. I have to watch Nino Williams play power forward. I still have a framed photo of Frank in my room, right over my Frank Martin signed basketball. Frank fell into our laps, and a rough ridin' Scrooge-like miser from Tennessee made his life so miserable that he moved to South Carolina, a state where I'm not even sure that Cuban-Americans are allowed to vote yet. So, in conclusion, YOU'RE rough ridin' RIGHT THAT I'M NOT OVER FRANK MARTIN YET, AND I WON'T BE UNTIL oscar WEBER SUCKS EVERY LAST BIT OF MY ABILITY TO CARE OUT OF MY EMAW BODY. Fvck Currie, Fvck Weber! Viva La Revolucion! Team Frank till I die motherfuckers!!!
