I don't remember if I've told this story here or not, and most of the people who know me irl already know it, but for the rest of you, here goes:
My brother is seven years older than me. He graduated HS in 1985 and started at WSU that fall. That was also the first time I found out you could study to be somebody who designs airplanes and spacecraft ("Really? There's a school for that?!"). His sophomore year was my 7th grade year, and he bought me a WSU t-shirt for Christmas. It was just a normal t-shirt, had the old (angry) WuShock on the front, but it was from him and I loved it, so the first day back from Christmas break, I wore the shirt to school.
It gets around to 7th hour, which is Science class. The teacher used the stand-up comedy method of junior high instruction. At the start of class he'd come in and riff on current events or whatever for 20 minutes or so, maybe do a 10 minute lesson with another 10 minutes of actual work, then back to jawing for the last 10 minutes and that was it. He was a KU alum and a huge fan, and at that point I didn't watch sports at all. I'd follow the Royals in the summertime, but that was mostly background noise on the radio. I didn't sit down to watch sports.
So the teacher comes in, looks right at me in my new t-shirt and says, "We're going to kick your butts tonight."
Now, I have no idea what the hell he's talking about, so I find out that WSU and KU were playing basketball that very evening. Okay, great. But this jack@$$ just won't let it go. He's throwing names and numbers and acting all superior about it, and then some of the other kids in the class that were KU fans were getting into the act. I didn't have the best time of things in junior high (hey, who did?) and I was getting close to a panic attack because this was rapidly turning into a game of Dogpile On The Nerd. Then, in the "conversation," this teacher asked why my brother went to WSU. I told him that he was studying Aerospace Engineering. The teacher then said, "Why isn't he going to KU? KU is a much better school for that."
Okay, this just got personal.
The class mercifully ends, and along the way I found out that the game was actually going to be on TV in my small town. The only Wichita station we had was KAKE, and they were carrying it. So I went home and watched basketball for the first time in my life.
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I wore the shirt again the next day, just savoring the eventual 7th hour, and oh was it glorious. The bell rings, and the teacher comes in, says in a hushed, "do-not-****-with-me" voice: "Turn to page (whatever), read Chapter (something), and do problems 1 through (yadda)." Then he sits down at his table at the front of the room and proceeds to grade papers. The rest of the class is dumbstruck. I blow through the problems, then I just lean back and stare at him. After about 20 minutes he looks up at me over his reading glasses: "(HockeyShock), I hope your teeth turn green," then he goes back to grading. About 10 minutes later, "(HockeyShock), I hope your hair falls out." 10 minutes after that the class was over, and he was still sitting there, fuming.
The Wichita State University men's basketball team did something that, to the best of my knowledge, nobody had been able to do before or since, they got that teacher to shut up. That meant they were mighty.
I was hooked, and of course, not long after that started The Dark Times, but I hung in there through both degrees. My reward was getting my first year of season tickets during HCGM's first year. Coincidence?
My brother is seven years older than me. He graduated HS in 1985 and started at WSU that fall. That was also the first time I found out you could study to be somebody who designs airplanes and spacecraft ("Really? There's a school for that?!"). His sophomore year was my 7th grade year, and he bought me a WSU t-shirt for Christmas. It was just a normal t-shirt, had the old (angry) WuShock on the front, but it was from him and I loved it, so the first day back from Christmas break, I wore the shirt to school.
It gets around to 7th hour, which is Science class. The teacher used the stand-up comedy method of junior high instruction. At the start of class he'd come in and riff on current events or whatever for 20 minutes or so, maybe do a 10 minute lesson with another 10 minutes of actual work, then back to jawing for the last 10 minutes and that was it. He was a KU alum and a huge fan, and at that point I didn't watch sports at all. I'd follow the Royals in the summertime, but that was mostly background noise on the radio. I didn't sit down to watch sports.
So the teacher comes in, looks right at me in my new t-shirt and says, "We're going to kick your butts tonight."
Now, I have no idea what the hell he's talking about, so I find out that WSU and KU were playing basketball that very evening. Okay, great. But this jack@$$ just won't let it go. He's throwing names and numbers and acting all superior about it, and then some of the other kids in the class that were KU fans were getting into the act. I didn't have the best time of things in junior high (hey, who did?) and I was getting close to a panic attack because this was rapidly turning into a game of Dogpile On The Nerd. Then, in the "conversation," this teacher asked why my brother went to WSU. I told him that he was studying Aerospace Engineering. The teacher then said, "Why isn't he going to KU? KU is a much better school for that."
Okay, this just got personal.
The class mercifully ends, and along the way I found out that the game was actually going to be on TV in my small town. The only Wichita station we had was KAKE, and they were carrying it. So I went home and watched basketball for the first time in my life.
54 - 49
I wore the shirt again the next day, just savoring the eventual 7th hour, and oh was it glorious. The bell rings, and the teacher comes in, says in a hushed, "do-not-****-with-me" voice: "Turn to page (whatever), read Chapter (something), and do problems 1 through (yadda)." Then he sits down at his table at the front of the room and proceeds to grade papers. The rest of the class is dumbstruck. I blow through the problems, then I just lean back and stare at him. After about 20 minutes he looks up at me over his reading glasses: "(HockeyShock), I hope your teeth turn green," then he goes back to grading. About 10 minutes later, "(HockeyShock), I hope your hair falls out." 10 minutes after that the class was over, and he was still sitting there, fuming.
The Wichita State University men's basketball team did something that, to the best of my knowledge, nobody had been able to do before or since, they got that teacher to shut up. That meant they were mighty.
I was hooked, and of course, not long after that started The Dark Times, but I hung in there through both degrees. My reward was getting my first year of season tickets during HCGM's first year. Coincidence?
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