Mr. Orange-Power
12-03-2009, 03:33 AM
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Mr. Orange-Patton arose and strode swiftly to the microphone. The crowd snapped to their feet and stood silently. Patton surveyed the "Sea of ORANGE' with a grim look, "Be seated", he said. The words were not a request, but a command. Mr. OP's voice rose high and clear.
"Men, every single fan on this website plays a vital role. Don't ever let up. Don't ever think that your job is unimportant. Every fan has a job to do and he must do it. Every fan is a vital link in the great chain."
"What if every Cowboy Fan suddenly decided not to go to Dallas because of the taunts from the internet, turned yellow, stayed home and watched the bowl game on TV? The cowardly bonehead could say, "Heck, they won't miss me, just one fan in thousands". But, what if every fan thought that way? Where in the Big XII would we be now? What would our team, our University, even our reputation be like? No, Cowboy Fans don't think like that."
"Every fan does his job. Every fan serves the whole. Every section, every group, is important in the vast scheme of this game. The band is needed to supply the energy to keep us rolling. The student section is needed to keep up the volume because where we are going there’s going to be a lot of “Hotty Toddy”. Every last fan in the upper seats has a job to do, even the ones that sit behind the stadium pillars. You must teach our next generation!"
Mr. Orange-Patton paused, took a deep breath, and continued. "Each fan must not think only of himself, but also of his buddy screaming beside him. We don't want yellow cowards at the Cotton Bowl. They should be banned from the tailgates! If not, they will go home after this bowl game and breed more cowards. The brave fan will breed more brave fans. Rebel Yell those cowards outta here and we will have a University of brave FANS!"
"One of the bravest fans that I ever saw was a fellow standing alone cheering while we were down 17-0 midway through the third quarter at Kansas. I stopped and asked what the heck he was doing up screaming like that. He answered, "Firing up the team, Sir". I asked, "Isn't that a little unhealthy right about now?" He answered, "Yes Sir, but the team needs me". I asked, "Don't those hecklers bother you?" And he answered, "No, Sir, but you sure as heck do!"
"Now, there was a fan! A real FAN!!! There was a fan who devoted all he had, no matter how seemingly insignificant it might appear at the time, no matter how great the odds. And you should have seen Bowman in the third quarter! Those drives were magnificent. The rest of the day we rolled over those stupid Jayhawks, never stopping, never faltering from our course."
"We got through on good old Cowboy guts. Many of those fans drove from several states to get there. These fans weren't folks you would recognize, but they were fans with a job to do. They did it, and in one heck of a way they did it. They were part of a team. Without team effort, without them, the fight would have been lost. All of the links in the chain pulled together and the chain became unbreakable."
Patton paused. His eagle like eyes swept over the stadium. He said with pride, "There is one great thing that you fans will all be able to say after this game is over and you are home once again. You will be thankful that twenty years from now when you are sitting by the fireplace with your grandson on your knee and he asks what you did during the record setting 4th consecutive bowl appearance year, you WON'T have to cough, shift him to the other knee and say, "Well, your Granddaddy sat at home in front of his TV." No, Sir, you can look him straight in the eye and say, "Son, your Granddaddy rode with the Great 'Sea of ORANGE' and a crazy ORANGE jumpsuit fellow named Mr. Orange-Patton!"
Mr. Orange-Patton
Mr. Orange-Patton arose and strode swiftly to the microphone. The crowd snapped to their feet and stood silently. Patton surveyed the "Sea of ORANGE' with a grim look, "Be seated", he said. The words were not a request, but a command. Mr. OP's voice rose high and clear.
"Men, every single fan on this website plays a vital role. Don't ever let up. Don't ever think that your job is unimportant. Every fan has a job to do and he must do it. Every fan is a vital link in the great chain."
"What if every Cowboy Fan suddenly decided not to go to Dallas because of the taunts from the internet, turned yellow, stayed home and watched the bowl game on TV? The cowardly bonehead could say, "Heck, they won't miss me, just one fan in thousands". But, what if every fan thought that way? Where in the Big XII would we be now? What would our team, our University, even our reputation be like? No, Cowboy Fans don't think like that."
"Every fan does his job. Every fan serves the whole. Every section, every group, is important in the vast scheme of this game. The band is needed to supply the energy to keep us rolling. The student section is needed to keep up the volume because where we are going there’s going to be a lot of “Hotty Toddy”. Every last fan in the upper seats has a job to do, even the ones that sit behind the stadium pillars. You must teach our next generation!"
Mr. Orange-Patton paused, took a deep breath, and continued. "Each fan must not think only of himself, but also of his buddy screaming beside him. We don't want yellow cowards at the Cotton Bowl. They should be banned from the tailgates! If not, they will go home after this bowl game and breed more cowards. The brave fan will breed more brave fans. Rebel Yell those cowards outta here and we will have a University of brave FANS!"
"One of the bravest fans that I ever saw was a fellow standing alone cheering while we were down 17-0 midway through the third quarter at Kansas. I stopped and asked what the heck he was doing up screaming like that. He answered, "Firing up the team, Sir". I asked, "Isn't that a little unhealthy right about now?" He answered, "Yes Sir, but the team needs me". I asked, "Don't those hecklers bother you?" And he answered, "No, Sir, but you sure as heck do!"
"Now, there was a fan! A real FAN!!! There was a fan who devoted all he had, no matter how seemingly insignificant it might appear at the time, no matter how great the odds. And you should have seen Bowman in the third quarter! Those drives were magnificent. The rest of the day we rolled over those stupid Jayhawks, never stopping, never faltering from our course."
"We got through on good old Cowboy guts. Many of those fans drove from several states to get there. These fans weren't folks you would recognize, but they were fans with a job to do. They did it, and in one heck of a way they did it. They were part of a team. Without team effort, without them, the fight would have been lost. All of the links in the chain pulled together and the chain became unbreakable."
Patton paused. His eagle like eyes swept over the stadium. He said with pride, "There is one great thing that you fans will all be able to say after this game is over and you are home once again. You will be thankful that twenty years from now when you are sitting by the fireplace with your grandson on your knee and he asks what you did during the record setting 4th consecutive bowl appearance year, you WON'T have to cough, shift him to the other knee and say, "Well, your Granddaddy sat at home in front of his TV." No, Sir, you can look him straight in the eye and say, "Son, your Granddaddy rode with the Great 'Sea of ORANGE' and a crazy ORANGE jumpsuit fellow named Mr. Orange-Patton!"
Mr. Orange-Patton