Eight years old. Chad May beating KU in Manhattan, which was no sure thing at the time. I was hooked. In retrospect, that game was boring af, but beating KU meant everything at the time. Grew up in Lawrence, and I mushed a lot of rough ridin' faces the next Monday at school. I remember watching the game against Purdue at bramlage when I was like four, and I tried to care, but it was a bit forced, I just wasn't old enough to get why it mattered.