It was a beautiful fall afternoon in January in Lexington, Kentucky.
The sky was orange and the grass was covered with dozens of red, white, and blue flags.
The students, most of whom were wearing white hats, lined up along the sidewalk to get a seat in the football stadium.
As a Kentucky State fan, it was hard not to get excited.
There was just one problem.
I was disappointed that the Wildcats didn’t win the game.
In this era of national championships and Super Bowls, where college football is an ever-present part of the national zeitgeist, a victory was an afterthought.
I had been predicting that Kentucky State would beat Kansas State, which is one of the better teams in the country, to get into the national title game, but that was a pipe dream.
After watching the game, I realized that Kentucky’s defense was really good, but the Wildcats had not done much of anything against a Kansas State team that had not lost a game in the Big 12.
It felt like an after-thought.
The Wildcats were so well coached and led by a talented quarterback, that I could see why they would be upset.
I wanted to cheer for them.
Then I realized what the actual game would be like.
The first quarter started with a huge drive to the Kansas State 22, and it took until the end of the first half to get to the goal line.
It was an exciting drive, and I felt the Wildcats were the better team.
Then they played one of their better halves, but it was not enough.
I saw the Wildcats in the second half again and realized how well they played.
They held the Wildcats to just one field goal, which was the game-winning touchdown, and they took advantage of Kansas State’s mistakes.
As I watched the game on television, I was still pretty excited.
They would have a chance to win the national championship.
But then I realized the game was not going to be a game.
It would not be Kentucky State vs. Kansas State.
This was a game between two of the most hated teams in college football history.
It seemed so unfair.
And it was so obvious.
The game would not go the way the fans wanted it to.
At halftime, the Kansas City Chiefs and Dallas Cowboys played a game on CBS that would be remembered for its halftime show, which featured the legendary Jay Leno.
The announcers told the story of a boy named Kenny Smith who, when he was 13 years old, was abducted from his home in Kansas City and taken to Dallas, where he was sold into slavery by a mob.
The man who sold him into slavery was called Johnny “The King” Bryant.
He was given the name “King of the South,” and he was given to be the mascot of the Texas Rangers.
Bryant’s nickname was “The Beast.”
He was one of many slaves that the Kansas city Indians had captured in the 1780s.
When Bryant and his men took over the slave-holding community, they brutally beat the captives, including a boy known as “Big John” who had been chained to the bed with a rope.
The Kansas City Indians had named Bryant “Big Joe” after the former owner of the city’s tavern, Joe Bryant.
Bryant became known as the “Beast.”
When he was 17 years old and “Big Jack” had died, he became the “King.”
The Chiefs had beaten Bryant’s slaves, but they had never beaten the beast.
I knew that I had to be in the stadium to cheer on my team.
The only other place I could watch the game from was a TV in my parents’ garage, which I could only afford to rent.
But I had a game ticket and I was ready to cheer.
The fans were all dressed in blue, and most of them were young women who were wearing red-and-white T-shirts with a picture of a football player.
They were wearing the same clothes they were wearing at home.
I would have to wear red, because the Chiefs had not yet played in the Cotton Bowl.
The crowds were even larger, and there were more people in the bleachers than I had seen on the television.
There were more cheering sections than I could have imagined, and more people were standing on the field than I thought there would be.
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
There is no question that this game was a great game.
But there was one other thing that really stood out to me about it.
The Chiefs and Cowboys played in front of a crowd of approximately 100,000 fans in front in the Kansas Stadium.
There are three stadiums in Kansas that are bigger than the Cotton Boilers, and every stadium in Kansas is larger than the Kansas Coliseum.
The Cotton Bowl is the biggest stadium in the state, but in the last 10 years, it has gotten bigger, too.
In the stadium, the fans lined up on either side of the field and looked