die Beakers die
First off, as any Simpsons fan can tell you, “die Beakers die” is simply German for “The Beakers, The”. (and anyone who speaks German can’t be all bad).
The happiest time of the year is sadly coming to a close. With the loss at ISU, we’ve officially entered the “grumble grumble whiny whiny grumble grumble” stage of the season. (I’m talking about the fans, not the coaches). It is a postive, though, that it took to the final home game to get there. The Tigers play the mythical shoe-wearing birds on Saturday, at 11:00 a.m. It is senior day, so get inside early for those festivities. Nineteen guys will be playing their final game at Faurot Field and deserve an ovation. Due to the early start and senior day festivities, we’ll only be tailgating minimally this game. Will probably be there by 9:30 or so.
KU has a disgusting 3-game win streak against the Tigers, which will come to a close on Saturday… If we’re up 85-0 in the third quarter, leave the starters in and run up the score. A win over the shoebirds on Saturday and in the bowl game would still total 9 victories, which is more than any season in my lifetime. (At this point, most fans go back to grumble grumble whiny whiny grumble grumble stage.)
The Central Missouri Food Bank has been running their massive food drive this week. (Insert Mangino joke here.) In all my years of making fun, I’ve still yet to hear one reason (much less a good reason) on why that damn bird needs to wear shoes. Coach Mangino was lost in KC the other day, so stopped at a gas station for directions. “How do I get to 435?” he asked. “Start eating salad”, was the response.
you can’t spell “sucks” without ku. Stomp the shoebirds.
Happy Thanksgiving!!
For more vitrol, you can keep reading… no humor from this point forward (unless you find my anger funny. grumble grumble grumble.)
Their coach is fat and their mascot is a woody woodpecker ripoff, but the topic that’s eating at me currently is my renewed awareness of their hypocrisy. Their silly insistence on bringing up cheating and low class fandom is easily enough brushed away by their own worse actions. They are currently on probation in both football and basketball for “major infractions” including academic fraud and lack of institutional control and remain the only team in history unable to defend an NCAA title due to cheating. As for low class, just count how many “Muck Fizzou” shirts you see at the game on Saturday, much less any other of their games, or talk to anyone who went to either of the past two MU-KU games in Larry.
Still not there, though, I’m heading toward the idiocy of their mascot name. The same atheltic department who thought “Border War” was too inciteful is seemingly proud to recognize (and presumably honor) a band of the most vile vagabonds of the time. From the beaker website: “The word “Jayhawk” first was used in present day Kansas about 1858. It was associated with robbing, looting and general lawlessness.” Specifically, it was associated with burning down Missouri homes, stealing supplies and horses, and murdering Missourians who happened to live in the wrong counties. General Henry Halleck, Commander of the Department of the West, wrote of the Jayhawkers: “They are no better than a band of robbers; they cross the line, rob, steal, plunder, and burn whatever they can lay their hands upon. They disgrace the name and uniform of American soldiers. The course pursued by those under Lane and Jennison, has turned against us many thousands who were formerly Union men.” They also typically break out the red socks for the MU game, most times the only time they wear red socks all year, I assume to further honor the scum who were known for the red-leggings on their uniforms. It’s equivalent to an institution going by the name “lynch mob” and having a uniform resembling a sheet.
It’s disguting, dishonorable, and despicable. That said, I assume most KU fans don’t really know all that. They just buy the “free state” propaganda they’re fed from time to time. If they knew it, surely they’d surely be honorable enough to disassociate from the name.