I know what you're thinking, but don't worry, you're not going to read about my converstion to Christianity. While that did happen the spring of my senior year in high school, the story isn't very interesting. The purpose of this narrative, rather, is to encourage others to look deep (or not-so-deep) into their souls and describe the evolutionary process that resulted in their current fandom. Not just of WSU - though that is a required element - but of sports, teams, players or coaches in general. What is it that prompted your love of a game, a program, an invidivual. What is your testimony?
It wouldn't be right for me to solicit your stories if I wasn't willing to get the ball rolling. So everyone grab a chair and I'll take the podium. Or in this case is it the couch? We'll soon see.
I can't remember a time I didn't love to play sports or engage in just about any competitive endeavor. As a kid if it involved a leather, felt or rubber sphere, or an oblong pigskin, forget the board games, forget the Hot Wheels, forget the TV: it was time to play ball!
My first memorable "fan" experiece was when I was 9 or 10. My grandparents took my cousins and me to a KC Royals game. I was already a fan because even though it was a four hour drive, KC was the local team, and I was all about locality. It was just like how every young boy either says or thinks, "my dad can beat up your dad". But in this case it was, "my hometown team is better than your hometown team". So it's no surprise that I became a fan of the Chiefs, and even the Kings for the short time I remember them in KC. Sure, there were players I admired for some silly, childish reason I can't remember. But no matter how much I enjoyed looking at my Steve Bedrosian baseball card I couldn't have cared less whether the Braves won or lost. All I cared about was thinking how bad-ass it would be to have the name Bedrosian!
As it turned out, even if I didn't understand it yet, some form of personal connection would be my basis of being a fan. There was one exception to that rule, well almost - Julius Erving. I opened my very first pack of basketball cards and there was he was, the immortal "Dr. J", adorned with his bigger-than-the-shrubbery-in-my-front-yard afro and sporting his red-white-and-blue 76ers jersey. He had the coolest nickname ever and I'd try to watch any time Philly played on TV. Dr. J would be, and still is, my favorite NBA player of all time. But I did say it was "almost" an exception to the personal connection rule. Not only was Dr. J also my gym teacher's favorite player (I had the greatest gym teacher ever, even if his daughter hooped at Missori St.), but at that time my dad raced cars as a hobby. The car's colors? Red, white and blue. His car number? 76.
To this day I remain a diehard Royals fan because they've always been the hometown team. The only football team I follow is the Chiefs (when they're good - I'm a self-admitted fairweather fan). After the Kings moved west and Dr. J retired the NBA was virtually dead to me. That's my professional sports fan history in a nutshell. But what about big-time, division I college sports?
It would be another one of those silly, childhood reasons that college sports would make an appearance on my radar screen. I think it was 2nd grade when the high school marching band, of which my sister was a member, would go to a marching festival up north. She brought back with her a souvenir for her kid brother - a purple plastic KSU drink cup. Man, I thought that was the coolest thing. As insignificant as it was, I was now a Wildcat fan and would be for the foreseeable future. And of course, in those days of the late 70s through the 80s it was all about basketball, Jack Hartman, Rolondo Blackman, Lon Kruger, Mitch Richmond. The only college merchandise I would own, wear or display for a decade was K-State purple.
But growing up around Hutchinson it was impossible not to hear about KU and WSU, too. Though I wasn't a big fan of either I have vague memories of watching KU, as well as WSU games on KAKE TV with Mark Allen. Antione Carr, Darnell Valentine, Cliff Levingston, Aubrey Sherrod, Randy Smithson, "X", Greg Dreiling, Danny Manning and Mark Turgeon were household names. In our house we always rooted for the Kansas teams, whether KSU, KU or WSU, even if I did have my favorite.
I dreampt of attending KSU. Not because they had this or that academic program, but because I thought I bled purple. And the whole foundation was a cheap plastic cup that for years was perched on a pedastal - ok, my bedroom dresser. Incidentally, I think that cup currently sits under my bathroom sink, serving as a container for a cleaning sponge. From the pedastal to under the sink. (I think that's what literary types call "foreshadowing"!) When my Air Force ROTC scholarship to KSU fell through at the last minute I was forced into a different route; one that took me to Wichita State, via detour through Hutch CC.
With that instant personal connection, Wichita State was now my school. And in spite of it being the Mike Cohen and Scott Thompson eras in basketball, the Shockers would also be my team, win or lose. I say also, because I was still a KSU fan. It may have started with a cheap souvenir, but I'd been a KSU fan over half my life at that point. The valve couldn't be turned off so easily, especially with the sudden success of the football program.
It was a few years after my last class at WSU. A co-worker (KSU fan) and I agreed to drive up to Manhattan to see the WSU-KSU basketball game. But I had a dilemma - who was I going to root for? It wasn't long after we settled in to our seats that I felt my heart being tugged in one direction, and with very little resistance. There would be no more question where my allegiance lay. I don't remember who won or the player's names on the floor. That didn't matter What did matter, is that I was, am and always will be, a Shocker. The young ShockerCat had matured into RoyalShock. Long wave the Yellow and Black!
Who's next on the couch?
It wouldn't be right for me to solicit your stories if I wasn't willing to get the ball rolling. So everyone grab a chair and I'll take the podium. Or in this case is it the couch? We'll soon see.
I can't remember a time I didn't love to play sports or engage in just about any competitive endeavor. As a kid if it involved a leather, felt or rubber sphere, or an oblong pigskin, forget the board games, forget the Hot Wheels, forget the TV: it was time to play ball!
My first memorable "fan" experiece was when I was 9 or 10. My grandparents took my cousins and me to a KC Royals game. I was already a fan because even though it was a four hour drive, KC was the local team, and I was all about locality. It was just like how every young boy either says or thinks, "my dad can beat up your dad". But in this case it was, "my hometown team is better than your hometown team". So it's no surprise that I became a fan of the Chiefs, and even the Kings for the short time I remember them in KC. Sure, there were players I admired for some silly, childish reason I can't remember. But no matter how much I enjoyed looking at my Steve Bedrosian baseball card I couldn't have cared less whether the Braves won or lost. All I cared about was thinking how bad-ass it would be to have the name Bedrosian!
As it turned out, even if I didn't understand it yet, some form of personal connection would be my basis of being a fan. There was one exception to that rule, well almost - Julius Erving. I opened my very first pack of basketball cards and there was he was, the immortal "Dr. J", adorned with his bigger-than-the-shrubbery-in-my-front-yard afro and sporting his red-white-and-blue 76ers jersey. He had the coolest nickname ever and I'd try to watch any time Philly played on TV. Dr. J would be, and still is, my favorite NBA player of all time. But I did say it was "almost" an exception to the personal connection rule. Not only was Dr. J also my gym teacher's favorite player (I had the greatest gym teacher ever, even if his daughter hooped at Missori St.), but at that time my dad raced cars as a hobby. The car's colors? Red, white and blue. His car number? 76.
To this day I remain a diehard Royals fan because they've always been the hometown team. The only football team I follow is the Chiefs (when they're good - I'm a self-admitted fairweather fan). After the Kings moved west and Dr. J retired the NBA was virtually dead to me. That's my professional sports fan history in a nutshell. But what about big-time, division I college sports?
It would be another one of those silly, childhood reasons that college sports would make an appearance on my radar screen. I think it was 2nd grade when the high school marching band, of which my sister was a member, would go to a marching festival up north. She brought back with her a souvenir for her kid brother - a purple plastic KSU drink cup. Man, I thought that was the coolest thing. As insignificant as it was, I was now a Wildcat fan and would be for the foreseeable future. And of course, in those days of the late 70s through the 80s it was all about basketball, Jack Hartman, Rolondo Blackman, Lon Kruger, Mitch Richmond. The only college merchandise I would own, wear or display for a decade was K-State purple.
But growing up around Hutchinson it was impossible not to hear about KU and WSU, too. Though I wasn't a big fan of either I have vague memories of watching KU, as well as WSU games on KAKE TV with Mark Allen. Antione Carr, Darnell Valentine, Cliff Levingston, Aubrey Sherrod, Randy Smithson, "X", Greg Dreiling, Danny Manning and Mark Turgeon were household names. In our house we always rooted for the Kansas teams, whether KSU, KU or WSU, even if I did have my favorite.
I dreampt of attending KSU. Not because they had this or that academic program, but because I thought I bled purple. And the whole foundation was a cheap plastic cup that for years was perched on a pedastal - ok, my bedroom dresser. Incidentally, I think that cup currently sits under my bathroom sink, serving as a container for a cleaning sponge. From the pedastal to under the sink. (I think that's what literary types call "foreshadowing"!) When my Air Force ROTC scholarship to KSU fell through at the last minute I was forced into a different route; one that took me to Wichita State, via detour through Hutch CC.
With that instant personal connection, Wichita State was now my school. And in spite of it being the Mike Cohen and Scott Thompson eras in basketball, the Shockers would also be my team, win or lose. I say also, because I was still a KSU fan. It may have started with a cheap souvenir, but I'd been a KSU fan over half my life at that point. The valve couldn't be turned off so easily, especially with the sudden success of the football program.
It was a few years after my last class at WSU. A co-worker (KSU fan) and I agreed to drive up to Manhattan to see the WSU-KSU basketball game. But I had a dilemma - who was I going to root for? It wasn't long after we settled in to our seats that I felt my heart being tugged in one direction, and with very little resistance. There would be no more question where my allegiance lay. I don't remember who won or the player's names on the floor. That didn't matter What did matter, is that I was, am and always will be, a Shocker. The young ShockerCat had matured into RoyalShock. Long wave the Yellow and Black!
Who's next on the couch?
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