I never went to Kansas State. I never sat in the student section at a football game and rocked back and forth during the Wabash Cannonball. I never sat in a class with a student-athlete. I’m a transplant from nowhere and everywhere.
I’m an Army brat that wound up settling in Manhattan. I’m an active duty member of the Army and an Operation Iraqi Freedom Veteran in Maryland. I’ve never set foot in a Kansas State lecture hall.
But since 1993, when we first arrived in Manhattan, we were welcomed in to the fold, as they say, and I consider myself part of the K-State family.