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An Ode To Allen Fieldhouse

Twas the minute before tip-off, when all through the gym

Not a player was shooting, untouched were the rims.

The students were standing in their crimson and blue

In hopes that the dunks soon would ring true.

With a blue checkered tie, with such knowledge and skill

We knew in a moment, it must be Coach Bill.

More rapid than eagles his players they came,

And he whistled and shouted and called them by name!

Now Lucas!

Now Mari!

Now Perry and Frank!

On Embiid!

On Tarik!

On Selden and Wiggs!

We sprang to our feet, on our feet we did cheer!

And the players were dancing, their happiness clear.

That’s when we heard Coach yell, with all of his might

“Rock Chalk to all, and to all a good night!”

  • all of the goddamn newspaper
  • waving the wheat
  • when the band plays all of the lights
  • when the band plays we’re not gonna take it
  • when the band plays all i do is win
  • thomas robinson dunks
  • jeff withey blocks
  • connor teahan three-pointers
  • counting off fouls
  • etc

T-Rob says no.

ICYMI, Thomas Robinson had a monster block the other night:

And we were all like:

But then we watched it again

… and we thought that we have seen this before.

In fact, we saw this same block two years ago:

We see what you did there, Mr. Robinson.


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This is for you, my fellow Jayhawk, @1dalwaysbenice! It may be a little too specific for some people who don’t really follow college basketball but I threw in some links (I think, I hope) to guide you to some clips of what it’s like at a game at The University of Kansas. Or you could skip the basketball stuff and go straight to the smut at the end haha! Hope ya’ll like it!!

The door closed behind me as I slid into the back seat with Niall. My heart was beating out of my chest and my stomach was knotted up with excitement. In the year and a half we had been dating, Niall had taken me around the world, showing me sites I had never dreamed of seeing. But tonight, it was my turn. I was going to show him something, a place that was magical to me, where I had made many great memories and felt every emotion in the extreme. I was nervous that he wouldn’t get it, that he wouldn’t feel the energy this building contained, but if anyone could understand that a sports arena could be special, certainly it was super-sports-fan-Niall Horan. I gripped his hand and smiled at him. His return smile was warm and full of love, his blue eyes sparkling below the brim of his new Jayhawk snapback.

“KU blue looks good on you, Horan,” I said, tapping the bill of the cap. He looked like a proper frat boy in the snapback, his white t-shirt cuffed at the sleeves, stretching perfectly across his shoulders. It was easy to imagine what it would have been like if he had attended a college like the University of Kansas. He would have really enjoyed it, and I would have had the biggest crush on him. I was proud to be able share this with him and show a little about what my life was like while I was an undergrad.

“Your hands are shaking, love.” He squeezed the one he was holding to emphasize his point. “You a little excited?”

“I’m so excited. Allen Fieldhouse is like my favorite place. I know you’ve been to some great sports venues but,” I sighed, feeling a little wistful. “I know I’m a little biased but I think there’s something special about it. There’s a lot of history here.”

“So you’ve told me. A few times, in fact.” His eyes crinkled in a smile as he teased you. The last couple of days had been heavily filled with Kansas basketball trivia. It even included a trip to the new museum that was built to house the original rules of basketball, typed out by its inventor James Naismith, the first coach at KU. He had listened intently and appropriately marveled at the treasures that were held there.

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