Humiliating, Part 2

Oh goody… the Jayhawks lost another game to a close rival.

This time it was Missouri, in overtime. The Mizzou fans rushed the court after the game.

Good grief.

Fortunately I don't still live in the state of Mizzery, surrounded by Mizzealots like I was for five years. Being a KU fan in Missouri was like hiding from the mob in the witness protection program. And more than once I woke to find a severed Jayhawk head on the pillow beside me.

But now I'm encircled by K-State fanatics here in Kansas. They're everywhere. Which isn't that bad. Mostly friendly folk, the worst they would do is slow down traffic with their tractors or send you a threatening message written in a cornfield.

But I'm definitely outnumbered. Apparently 9 out of 10 KU grads get speeding tickets leaving the state as fast as they can. And KU fans are not nearly as common as you would think. KU has an air of sophistication that doesn't perfectly fit this midwestern state (and by sophisticated, I mean snobby). Maybe the school is a little too pretentious… or too hippy… or too communist. Whatever it is, I'd venture to guess there are more locals who prefer K-State, or actually went there, than not.

Either way, for those of us born in Lawrence, have children named Phog, or are doing the Mangino diet, this has been a bad week.